1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride.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, friends!Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
2 I was asleep, but my heart was awake.It is the voice of my beloved who knocks:“Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled;for my head is filled with dew,and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
3 I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on?I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
4 My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening.My heart pounded for him.
5 I rose up to open for my beloved.My hands dripped with myrrh,my fingers with liquid myrrh,on the handles of the lock.
6 I opened to my beloved;but my beloved left; and had gone away.My heart went out when he spoke.I looked for him, but I didn’t find him.I called him, but he didn’t answer.