1 - 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 - 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 <FI>with<Fi> dew, My locks <FI>with<Fi> drops of the night.'
3 - I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
4 - My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.
5 - I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
6 - 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 - 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 - I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved--What do ye tell him? that I <FI>am<Fi> sick with love!
9 - What <FI>is<Fi> thy beloved above <FI>any<Fi> beloved, O fair among women? What <FI>is<Fi> thy beloved above <FI>any<Fi> beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?
10 - My beloved <FI>is<Fi> clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
11 - His head <FI>is<Fi> pure gold--fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
12 - His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.
13 - His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips <FI>are<Fi> lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,
14 - His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
15 - His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
16 - His mouth is sweetness--and all of him desirable, This <FI>is<Fi> my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
