1 I have come to my garden, my sister 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 and become drunk [with] love}!
2 I [was] asleep but my heart was awake. A sound! My beloved knocking! "Open to me, my sister, my beloved, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is full of dew, {my hair drenched from the moist night air}."
3 I have taken off my tunic, {must I put it on}? I have bathed my feet, {must I soil them}? 4 My beloved thrust his hand into the opening, and my inmost yearned for him. 5 I myself arose to open to my beloved; my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh upon the handles of the bolt. 6 I opened myself to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone; my heart sank when he turned away. I sought him, but I did not find him; I called him, but he did not answer me. 7 The sentinels making rounds in the city found me; they beat me, they wounded me; they took my cloak away from me-- {those sentinels on the walls}! 8 I adjure you, {O maidens of Jerusalem}, if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? [Tell him] that I am {lovesick}!
9 {How is your beloved better than another lover}, O most beautiful among women? {How is your beloved better than another lover}, that you adjure us thus?
10 My beloved [is] radiant and {ruddy}, distinguished {among} ten thousand. 11 His head [is] gold, refined gold; his locks [are] wavy, black as a raven. 12 His eyes [are] like doves beside springs of water, bathed in milk, {set like mounted jewels}. 13 His cheeks [are] like beds of spice, a tower of fragrances; his lips [are] lilies dripping liquid myrrh. 14 His arms [are] {rods} of gold {engraved with} jewels; his belly [is] polished ivory covered with sapphires. 15 His legs [are] columns of alabaster, set on bases of gold; his appearance [is] like Lebanon, choice as {its cedars}. 16 {His mouth} [is] sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This [is] my beloved; this [is] my friend, {O young women of Jerusalem}.