1I have entered my garden, my treasure, my bride!I gather myrrh with my spicesand eat honeycomb with my honey.I drink wine with my milk. Young Women of Jerusalem Oh, lover and beloved, eat and drink!Yes, drink deeply of your love!
2I slept, but my heart was awake,when I heard my lover knocking and calling:“Open to me, my treasure, my darling,my dove, my perfect one.My head is drenched with dew,my hair with the dampness of the night.”
3But I responded,“I have taken off my robe.Should I get dressed again?I have washed my feet.Should I get them soiled?”
4My lover tried to unlatch the door,and my heart thrilled within me.
5I jumped up to open the door for my love,and my hands dripped with perfume.My fingers dripped with lovely myrrhas I pulled back the bolt.
6I opened to my lover,but he was gone!My heart sank.I searched for himbut could not find him anywhere.I called to him,but there was no reply.
7The night watchmen found meas they made their rounds.They beat and bruised meand stripped off my veil,those watchmen on the walls.
8Make this promise, O women of Jerusalem —If you find my lover,tell him I am weak with love.
9Why is your lover better than all others,O woman of rare beauty?What makes your lover so specialthat we must promise this?
10My lover is dark and dazzling,better than ten thousand others!
11His head is finest gold,his wavy hair is black as a raven.
12His eyes sparkle like dovesbeside springs of water;they are set like jewelswashed in milk.
13His cheeks are like gardens of spicesgiving off fragrance.His lips are like lilies,perfumed with myrrh.
14His arms are like rounded bars of gold,set with beryl.His body is like bright ivory,glowing with lapis lazuli.
15His legs are like marble pillarsset in sockets of finest gold.His posture is stately,like the noble cedars of Lebanon.
16His mouth is sweetness itself;he is desirable in every way.Such, O women of Jerusalem,is my lover, my friend.