I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride;
I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine with my milk.
Eat, O friends;
drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
I sleep, but my heart waketh;
my beloved knocketh: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled;
for my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night."
I have put off my coat;
how shall I put it on?
I have washed my feet;
how shall I defile them?
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.
I rose up to open to my beloved;
and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bar.
I opened to my beloved;
but my beloved had turned away, and was gone.
My soul failed me when he spoke.
I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
The watchmen that go about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me;
the keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
"I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him?
that I am love-sick."
"What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women?
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so adjure us?"
"My beloved is white and ruddy, pre-eminent above ten thousand.
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are curled, and black as a raven.
His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks;
washed with milk, and fitly set.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as banks of sweet herbs;
his lips are as lilies, dropping with flowing myrrh.
His hands are as rods of gold set with beryl;
his body is as polished ivory overlaid with sapphires.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold;
his aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His mouth is most sweet;
yea, he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem."