1 I am come into my garden, my sister, spouse; 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, beloved ones!

“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 slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine 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 tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute 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; And my bowels yearned 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 dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.

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6 I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; 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 went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil 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 charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, … What will ye tell him?—That I am sick of 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 beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than beloved, That thou dost so charge 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 the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the 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 by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, 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, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips 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 gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid 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, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as 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, yea, 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.”