| 1 | I 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. |
| 2 | I 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. |
| 3 | I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? |
| 4 | My beloved put in his hand by the hole {of the door}, and my bowels were moved for him. |
| 5 | I 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. |
| 6 | I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, {and} was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. |
| 7 | The 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. |
| 8 | I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I {am} sick of love. |
| 9 | What {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? |
| 10 | My beloved {is} white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. |
| 11 | His head {is as} the most fine gold, his locks {are} bushy, {and} black as a raven. |
| 12 | His eyes {are} as {the eyes} of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, {and} fitly set. |
| 13 | His cheeks {are} as a bed of spices, {as} sweet flowers: his lips {like} lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. |
| 14 | His hands {are as} gold rings set with the beryl: his belly {is as} bright ivory overlaid {with} sapphires. |
| 15 | His legs {are as} pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance {is} as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. |
| 16 | His mouth {is} most sweet: yea, he {is} altogether lovely. This {is} my beloved, and this {is} my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. |