1 M I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride;I gather my myrrh with my spices,I eat my honeycomb with my honey,I drink my wine with my milk.D? Eat, friends; drink!Drink deeply, lovers!
2 W I was sleeping, but my heart was awake.The sound of my lover knocking!“Open to me, my sister, my friend,my dove, my perfect one!For my head is wet with dew,my hair, with the moisture of the night.”
3 I have taken off my robe,am I then to put it on?I have bathed my feet,am I then to soil them?
4 My lover put his hand in through the opening:my innermost being trembled because of him.
5 I rose to open for my lover,my hands dripping myrrh:My fingers, flowing myrrhupon the handles of the lock.
6 I opened for my lover—but my lover had turned and gone!At his leaving, my soul sank.I sought him, but I did not find him;I called out after him, but he did not answer me.