^{1 Ref} I am 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. Eat, O friends; Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

^{2 Ref} I was asleep, but my heart waked: It is the 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, My locks with the drops of the night.

^{3 Ref} I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

^{4 Ref} My beloved put in his hand by the hole `of the door', And my heart was moved for him.

^{5 Ref} I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands droppeth with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.

^{6 Ref} I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, `and' was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

^{7 Ref} The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

^{8 Ref} I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.

^{9 Ref} What is thy beloved more than `another' beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than `another' beloved, That thou dost so adjure us?

^{10 Ref} My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

^{11 Ref} His head is `as' the most fine gold; His locks are bushy, `and' black as a raven.

^{12 Ref} His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, Washed with milk, `and' fitly set.

^{13 Ref} His cheeks are as a bed of spices, `As' banks of sweet herbs: His lips are `as' lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

^{14 Ref} His hands are `as' rings of gold set with beryl: His body is `as' ivory work overlaid `with' sapphires.

^{15 Ref} His legs are `as' pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

^{16 Ref} His mouth is most sweet; Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

^{1 Ref} I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!

^{2 Ref} I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! `Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled `with' dew, My locks `with' drops of the night.'

^{3 Ref} I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?

^{4 Ref} My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.

^{5 Ref} I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

^{6 Ref} I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew -- he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not.

^{7 Ref} The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.

^{8 Ref} I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved -- What do ye tell him? that I `am' sick with love!

^{9 Ref} What `is' thy beloved above `any' beloved, O fair among women? What `is' thy beloved above `any' beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?

^{10 Ref} My beloved `is' clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!

^{11 Ref} His head `is' pure gold -- fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,

^{12 Ref} His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.

^{13 Ref} His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips `are' lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,

^{14 Ref} His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,

^{15 Ref} His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.

^{16 Ref} His mouth is sweetness -- and all of him desirable, This `is' my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!