1 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 have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my perfume with my spice. I have eaten my honey and the comb. I have drunk my wine and my milk. Eat and drink, friends. Drink much, O lovers.” The Fourth Song The Woman

2 I was asleep, but my heart waked: It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, 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 was asleep, but my heart was awake. A voice! My love was knocking: ‘Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is wet from the water on the grass in the early morning. My hair is wet from the night.’

3 I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

I have taken off my dress. How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet. Should I get them dirty again?

4 M y beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my heart was moved for him.

My love put his hand through the opening, and joy filled my heart.

5 I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands droppeth with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.

I got up to let my love in, and perfume fell from my hands. Wet perfume fell from my fingers onto the lock.

6 I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

I opened the door to my love, but he had already gone! My heart went out to him as he spoke. I looked for him, but did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer me.

7 T he 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.

The watchmen of the city found me. They beat me and hurt me. The watchmen of the walls took my coat from me.

8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.

I tell you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my loved one, you must tell him that I am weak with love.” Women of Jerusalem

9 W hat 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?

“What is your loved one more than another loved one, O most beautiful among women? What is your loved one more than another loved one, that you tell us to do this?” The Woman

10 M y beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

“My loved one is bright and red, the best among 10, 000.

11 H is head is as the most fine gold; His locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

His head is like gold, pure gold. His hair has waves and is black as a raven.

12 H is eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, Washed with milk, and fitly set.

His eyes are like doves beside rivers of water, washed in milk, and resting in their places.

13 H is cheeks are as a bed of spices, As banks of sweet herbs: His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

His cheeks are like beds of spices, with sweet-smelling plants. His lips are like lily flowers giving off drops of perfume.

14 H is hands are as rings of gold set with beryl: His body is as ivory work overlaid with sapphires.

His hands are strong pieces of gold set with stones of much worth. His body is made of ivory set with stones of much worth.

15 H is legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

His legs are pillars of clay put on bases of pure gold. He looks like Lebanon, as beautiful as the cedar trees.

16 H is mouth is most sweet; Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

His mouth is very sweet, everything about him is pleasing. This is my loved one and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.”