1I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: 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.2I sleep, but my heart waketh: 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, and my locks with the drops of the night.3I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?4My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door , and my bowels were moved for him.5I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.6I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.7The watchmen that went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.8I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.9What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?10My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.11His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.12His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.13His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.14His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.15His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.16His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
2She: I slept, but my heart was awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking. “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one, for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.” (So 1:15; So 2:14; So 4:7; So 4:9; So 4:12; So 5:11; So 6:9; Re 3:20)3I had put off my garment; how could I put it on? I had bathed my feet; how could I soil them? (Ge 18:4; Lu 11:7)4My beloved put his hand to the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me.5I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the bolt. (So 5:13)6I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he gave no answer. (Pr 1:28; So 3:1; So 5:2)7The watchmen found me as they went about in the city; they beat me, they bruised me, they took away my veil, those watchmen of the walls. (So 3:3)8I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love. (So 1:5; So 2:5; So 2:7)9Others: What is your beloved more than another beloved, O most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us? (So 1:8; So 5:8; So 6:1)
The Bride Praises Her Beloved
10She: My beloved is radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand. (1Sa 16:12; Ps 45:2)11His head is the finest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven. (So 5:2)12His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, bathed in milk, sitting beside a full pool. (So 1:15; So 4:1)13His cheeks are like beds of spices, mounds of sweet-smelling herbs. His lips are lilies, dripping liquid myrrh. (So 1:10; So 2:1; So 5:5; So 6:2)14His arms are rods of gold, set with jewels. His body is polished ivory, bedecked with sapphires. (Ex 24:10; Ex 28:20; Ex 39:13; Eze 1:16; Eze 1:26; Eze 10:1)15His legs are alabaster columns, set on bases of gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars. (1Ki 4:33)16His mouth is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. (So 5:8; So 7:9)