1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride;I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey;I have drunk my wine and my milk.Eat, friends, and drink;drink your fill of love.
2 I slept but my heart was awake.Listen! My beloved is knocking:‘Open to me, my sister, my darling,my dove, my flawless one.My head is drenched with dew,my hair with the dampness of the night.’
3 I have taken off my robe –must I put it on again?I have washed my feet –must I soil them again?
4 My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening;my heart began to pound for him.