1 “ 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

I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!

2 “ 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.’

I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! `Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled dew, My locks drops of the night.'

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

I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?

4 M y love put his hand through the opening, and joy filled my heart.

My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.

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

I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

6 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.

I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew -- he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not.

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

The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.

8 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

I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved -- What do ye tell him? that I sick with love!

9 “ 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

What thy beloved above beloved, O fair among women? What thy beloved above beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?

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

My beloved clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!

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

His head pure gold -- fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,

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

His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.

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

His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,

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

His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,

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

His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.

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

His mouth is sweetness -- and all of him desirable, This my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!