1. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.
2. I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.
3. I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
4. My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.
5. I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
6. I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.
7. The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.