I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride: I nip off my myrrh with my spice; I eat wildwood fare with honey; I drink my wine with my milk: eat, my friends and drink; and get drunk my friends.
I am sleeping, but my heart is aroused with the sound of my darling knocking: Open to me, my sister, my shepherdess, my dove, my flawless one: for my head is filled with nightmist, and my locks with the moistures of the night.
I have put off my tunic; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I make them dirty?
My darling put forth his hand from the hole, and my heart was moved for him.
I rose up to open to my darling; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the latch.
I opened for my darling; but my darling eluded me, and had passed by my soul. I went forth to speak of him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
They found for me the men guarding and going around the city, they smote me, they injured me; the ones guarding the walls lifted a garment of mine.
I charge you, O daughters of Yerushalayim, if ye find my darling, tell him, that I am ailing of love.
Who is your darling from another darling, lovely women? Who is your darling more than another darling, that you so charge us?
My beloved is elegant and ruddy, and outstanding among ten thousand.
His head is glittering gold, his locks are pendulous and black as a raven.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fully set.
His cheeks are as a tower of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
His hands are as rolls of gold filled in with topaz: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with caphires.
His legs are as columns of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his appearance is as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
The taste of him is sweetness: This darling of mine, this shepherd of mine is coveted by the daughters of Yerushalayim.