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 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 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 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 coat; 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 bowels were 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 dripped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling 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6 I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had withdrawn himself and was gone; my soul went after his speech; I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.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 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 outer cloak 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, O virgins of Jerusalem, if ye should find my beloved that ye cause him to know how sick I am with 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 ¶ 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 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 standard-bearer among the ten thousands.

“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 as doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, as doves that are next to abundance.

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 aromatic spices, as fragrant flowers; his lips like lilies, dripping sweet smelling myrrh that transcends.

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 gold rings set with beryls; his belly is as bright ivory 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 countenance is as Lebanon, chosen 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; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O virgins 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.”