I am come into my garden, my sister,myspouse: 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.
I sleep, but my heart waketh:it isthe 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,andmy locks with the drops of the night.
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
My beloved put in his hand by the holeof the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands droppedwithmyrrh, and my fingerswithsweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself,andwas gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that Iamsick of love.
Whatisthy beloved more thananotherbeloved, O thou fairest among women? whatisthy beloved more thananotherbeloved, that thou dost so charge us?
My belovediswhite and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
His headis asthe most fine gold, his locksarebushy,andblack as a raven.
His eyesareasthe eyesof doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk,andfitly set.
His cheeksareas a bed of spices,assweet flowers: his lipslikelilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
His handsare asgold rings set with the beryl: his bellyis asbright ivory overlaidwithsapphires.
His legsare aspillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenanceisas Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His mouthismost sweet: yea, heisaltogether lovely. Thisismy beloved, and thisismy friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.