1 I came to my garden, my sister, my bride,
I gathered my myrrh with my spice,
I ate my honeycomb with my honey,
I drank my wine with my milk.Others
Eat, friends, drink,
and be drunk with love!
She
2 I slept, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My beloved is knocking.
“Open to me, my sister, my love,
my dove, my perfect one,
for my head is wet with dew,
my locks with the drops of the night.”
how could I put it on?
I had bathed my feet;
how could I soil them?
and my heart was thrilled within me.
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh,
on the handles of the bolt.
but my beloved had turned and gone.
My soul failed me when he spoke.
I sought him, but found him not;
I called him, but he gave no answer.
as they went about in the city;
they beat me, they bruised me,
they took away my veil,
those watchmen of the walls.
if you find my beloved,
that you tell him
I am sick with love.
9 What is your beloved more than another beloved,
O most beautiful among women?
What is your beloved more than another beloved,
that you thus adjure us?
She
10 My beloved is radiant and ruddy,
distinguished among ten thousand.
his locks are wavy,
black as a raven.
beside streams of water,
bathed in milk,
sitting beside a full pool.a
mounds of sweet-smelling herbs.
His lips are lilies,
dripping liquid myrrh.
set with jewels.
His body is polished ivory,b
bedecked with sapphires.c
set on bases of gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,
choice as the cedars.
and he is altogether desirable.
This is my beloved and this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.