1 ¶ I came into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh and my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk: eat, O friends; drink, beloved, drink abundantly.

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!

2 ¶ I sleep, but my heart watches for the voice of my beloved that knocks at the door, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

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.

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

—I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them?—

4 M y beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

My beloved put in his hand by the hole; And my bowels yearned for him.

5 I rose up to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

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.

6 I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had withdrawn himself and was gone; my soul went after his speech; I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke.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.

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 outer cloak from me.

The 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.

8 I charge you, O virgins of Jerusalem, if ye should find my beloved that ye cause him to know how sick I am with love.

I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, … What will ye tell him?—That I am sick of love.

9 ¶ 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 charge us?

What is thy beloved more than beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than beloved, That thou dost so charge us?

10 M y beloved is white and ruddy; the standard-bearer among the ten thousands.

My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

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

His head is the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;

12 H is eyes are as doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, as doves that are next to abundance.

His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;

13 H is cheeks are as a bed of aromatic spices, as fragrant flowers; his lips like lilies, dripping sweet smelling myrrh that transcends.

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

14 H is hands are as gold rings set with beryls; his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.

His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid sapphires;

15 H is legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold; his countenance is as Lebanon, chosen as the cedars.

His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars;

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

His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.