I am comeinto my garden, my sister, my spouse: I havegathered my myrrhwith my spice; I haveeaten my honeycombwith my honey; I havedrunk my winewith my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drinkabundantly, O beloved.
I sleep, but my heartwaketh: it is the voice of my belovedthatknocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filledwith dew, and my lockswith the drops of the night.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawnhimself, and was gone: my soulfailedwhen he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.