1. I come to my garden, my sister, my bride;I gather my myrrh with my spice;I eat my honeycomb with my honey;I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, friends!Drink, and be drunk with love!
2. I slept, but my heart was awake.A sound! My beloved is knocking. “Open to me, my sister, and my love,my dove, my perfect one;for my head is wet with dew,my locks with the drops of the night.”
3. I had taken off my garment;how could I put it on again?I had bathed my feet;how could I soil them?
4. My beloved put his hand by the latch,and my heart yearned for him.
5. I rose up to open to my beloved,and my hands dripped with myrrh,my fingers with liquid myrrhon the handles of the bolt.
6. I opened to my beloved,but my beloved had turned and was gone.My soul failed me when he spoke.I sought him, but found him not;I called him, but he gave no answer.
7. The watchmen found meas they went about the city;they struck me, they wounded me;they took away my mantle,those watchmen of the walls.
8. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,if you find my beloved,that you tell him I am faint with love.
9. What is your beloved more than another beloved,O fairest among women?What is your beloved more than another beloved,that you so charge us?