| 1 | I have 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. (Friends) Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. (Beloved) |
| 2 | I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night." |
| 3 | I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them? |
| 4 | My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him. |
| 5 | I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock. |
| 6 | I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn't find him. I called him, but he didn't answer. |
| 7 | The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me. |
| 8 | I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. (Friends) |
| 9 | How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us? (Beloved) |
| 10 | My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand. |
| 11 | His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven. |
| 12 | His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels. |
| 13 | His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh. |
| 14 | His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires. |
| 15 | His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. |
| 16 | His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem. (Friends) |
