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.