1 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!

I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride: 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, O beloved.

2 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.'

I was asleep, but my heart waked: It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.

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

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

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

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my heart was moved for him.

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

I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands droppeth with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.

6 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.

I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

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

The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

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

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.

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

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 adjure us?

10 M y beloved clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!

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

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

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

12 H is eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.

His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, Washed with milk, and fitly set.

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

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, As banks of sweet herbs: His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

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

His hands are as rings of gold set with beryl: His body is as ivory work overlaid with sapphires.

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

His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

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

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