1 My darling my bride, I have entered my garden. I have gathered my myrrh and spice. I have eaten my honey and honeycomb. I have drunk my wine and milk. Dearest friends, eat, drink! Be drunk with love!
2 I am asleep, but my heart is awake. I hear my lover knocking, saying, “Open to me, my darling, my love, my dove, my perfect one! My head is soaked with dew. My hair is wet with the mist of the night.”
3 “I have taken off my robe. I don’t want to put it on again. I have washed my feet. I don’t want to get them dirty again.”
4 But my lover put his hand through the opening, and I felt sorry for him.
5 I got up to open for my lover, myrrh dripping from my hands, myrrh scented lotion dripped from my fingers onto the handles of the lock.
6 I opened for my lover, but my lover had turned away and was gone! I nearly died when he came and went. I looked for him, but I couldn’t find him. I called for him, but he didn’t answer me.