1'I have come into my garden, my sister, [my] bride; I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk. Eat, friends; Drink and imbibe deeply, O lovers.'
2'I was asleep but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: 'Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the damp of the night.'
3'I have taken off my dress, How can I put it on [again]? I have washed my feet, How can I dirty them [again]?
4'My beloved extended his hand through the opening, And my feelings were aroused for him.
5'I arose to open to my beloved; And my hands dripped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the bolt.
6'I opened to my beloved, But my beloved had turned away [and] had gone! My heart went out [to him] as he spoke. I searched for him but I did not find him; I called him but he did not answer me.
7'The watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me, They struck me [and] wounded me; The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me.
8'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, As to what you will tell him: For I am lovesick.'
9'What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, That thus you adjure us?'
10'My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, Outstanding among ten thousand.
11'His head is [like] gold, pure gold; His locks are [like] clusters of dates [And] black as a raven.
12'His eyes are like doves Beside streams of water, Bathed in milk, [And] reposed in [their] setting.
13'His cheeks are like a bed of balsam, Banks of sweet-scented herbs; His lips are lilies Dripping with liquid myrrh.
14'His hands are rods of gold Set with beryl; His abdomen is carved ivory Inlaid with sapphires.
15'His legs are pillars of alabaster Set on pedestals of pure gold; His appearance is like Lebanon Choice as the cedars.
16'His mouth is [full of] sweetness. And he is wholly desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.'