1 I have come to 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, yes, drink deeply,O beloved ones!
2 I sleep, but my heart is awake;It is the voice of my beloved!He knocks, saying,“Open for me, my sister, my love,My dove, my perfect one;For my head is covered with dew,My locks with the drops of the night.”
3 I have taken off my robe;How can I put it on again?I have washed my feet;How can I defile them?
4 My beloved put his handBy the latch of the door,And my heart yearned for him.
5 I arose to open for my beloved,And my hands dripped with myrrh,My fingers with liquid myrrh,On the handles of the lock.
6 I opened for my beloved,But my beloved had turned away and was gone.My heart leaped up when he spoke.I sought him, but I could not find him;I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 The watchmen who went about the city found me.They struck me, they wounded me;The keepers of the wallsTook my veil away from me.