1 I have entered my garden, my treasure,a my bride!
I gather myrrh with my spices
and eat honeycomb with my honey.
I drink wine with my milk.
Young Women of Jerusalem
Oh, lover and beloved, eat and drink!
Yes, drink deeply of your love!
Young Woman
when I heard my lover knocking and calling:
“Open to me, my treasure, my darling,
my dove, my perfect one.
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night.”
“I have taken off my robe.
Should I get dressed again?
I have washed my feet.
Should I get them soiled?”
and my heart thrilled within me.
and my hands dripped with perfume.
My fingers dripped with lovely myrrh
as I pulled back the bolt.
but he was gone!
My heart sank.
I searched for him
but could not find him anywhere.
I called to him,
but there was no reply.
as they made their rounds.
They beat and bruised me
and stripped off my veil,
those watchmen on the walls.
If you find my lover,
tell him I am weak with love.
Young Women of Jerusalem
O woman of rare beauty?
What makes your lover so special
that we must promise this?
Young Woman
better than ten thousand others!
his wavy hair is black as a raven.
beside springs of water;
they are set like jewels
washed in milk.
giving off fragrance.
His lips are like lilies,
perfumed with myrrh.
set with beryl.
His body is like bright ivory,
glowing with lapis lazuli.
set in sockets of finest gold.
His posture is stately,
like the noble cedars of Lebanon.
he is desirable in every way.
Such, O women of Jerusalem,
is my lover, my friend.