1 My bride, my very own,I come to my gardenand enjoy its spices.I eat my honeycomb and honey;I drink my wine and milk.Eat and drink untilyou are drunk with love.
2 I was asleep, but dreaming:the one I love was at the door,knocking and saying,“My darling, my very own,my flawless dove,open the door for me!My head is drenchedwith evening dew.”
3 But I had already undressedand bathed my feet.Should I dress againand get my feet dirty?
4 Then my darling's handreached to open the latch,and my heart stood still.
5 When I rose to open the door,my hands and my fingersdripped with perfume.
6 My heart stood stillwhile he spoke to me,but when I opened the door,my darling had disappeared.I searched and shouted,but I could not find him—there was no answer.
7 Then I was found by the guardspatrolling the townand guarding the wall.They beat me upand stripped off my robe.