1 I have come to my garden, my sister, my 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. (To His Friends) Eat, O friends! Drink, yes, drink deeply, O beloved ones! The Shulamite’s Troubled Evening The Shulamite

¶ 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.

2 I sleep, but my heart is awake; It is the voice of my beloved! He knocks, saying, “Open for me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one; For my head is covered with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.”

¶ 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.

3 I have taken off my robe; How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet; How can I defile them?

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

4 M y beloved put his hand By the latch of the door, And my heart yearned for him.

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

5 I arose to open for my beloved, And my hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

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.

6 I opened for my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and was gone. My heart leaped up when he spoke. 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I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had withdrawn himself and was gone; my soul went after his speech; I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

7 T he watchmen who went about the city found me. They struck me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls Took my veil away 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 outer cloak from me.

8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, That you tell him I am lovesick! The Daughters of Jerusalem

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.

9 W hat is your beloved More than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved More than another beloved, That you so charge us? The Shulamite

¶ 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?

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

My beloved is white and ruddy; the standard-bearer among the ten thousands.

11 H is head is like the finest gold; His locks are wavy, And black as a raven.

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

12 H is eyes are like doves By the rivers of waters, Washed with milk, And fitly set.

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

13 H is cheeks are like a bed of spices, Banks of scented herbs. His lips are lilies, Dripping liquid myrrh.

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

14 H is hands are rods of gold Set with beryl. His body is carved ivory Inlaid with sapphires.

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

15 H is legs are pillars of marble Set on bases of fine gold. His countenance is like Lebanon, Excellent as the cedars.

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

16 H is mouth is most sweet, Yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, And this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!

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