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, O friends;
Drink, yes, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2 I was asleep, but my heart awoke:
It is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying,
Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled;
For my head is filled with dew,
My locks with the drops of the night.
3 I have put off my garment; 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 heart was moved for him.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved;
And my hand dropped with myrrh,
And my fingers with liquid myrrh,
Upon the handles of the bolt.
6 I opened to my beloved;
But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone.
My soul had failed me when he spoke:
I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 The watchmen that go about the city found me,
They struck me, they wounded me;
The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 I command you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved,
That you tell him, that I am sick from love.
9 What is your beloved more than another beloved,
O you fairest among women?
What is your beloved more than another beloved,
That you do so command us?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy,
The foremost among ten thousand,
11 His head is as the most fine gold;
His locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks,
Washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as banks of sweet herbs:
His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14 Hs hands are as rings of gold set with beryl:
His body is as ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:
His face is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.
Where has your beloved gone,
O you fairest among women?
Where has your beloved turned,
That we may seek him with you?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices,
To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine:
He feeds his flock among the lines.
4 You are fair, O my love, as Tirzah,
Comely as Jerusalem,
Terrible as an army with banners.
5 Turn away your eyes from me,
For they have overcome me.
Your hair is as a flock of goats,
That lie along the side of Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes,
Which come up from the washing;
Of which every one has twins,
And none is barren among them.
7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines,
And virgins without number.
9 My dove, my undefiled, is but one;
She is the only one of her mother;
She is the choice one of her that bore her.
The daughters saw her, and called her blessed;
Yes, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10 Who is she that looks forth as the morning,
Fair as the moon,
Clear as the sun,
Terrible as an army with banners?
11 I went down into the garden of nuts,
To see the green plants of the valley,
To see whether the vine budded,
And the pomegranates were in flower.
12 Before I was aware, my soul set me
Among the chariots of my princely people.
13 Return, return, O Shulammite;
Return, return, that we may look upon you.
Why will you look upon the Shulammite,
As upon the dance of Mahanaim?
How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter!
Your rounded thighs are like jewels,
The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
2 Your body is like a round goblet,
In which no mingled wine is wanting:
Your waist is like a heap of wheat
Set about with lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns
That are twins of a roe.
4 Your neck is like the tower of ivory;
Your eyes as the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim;
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
Which looks toward Damascus.
5 Your head upon you is like Carmel,
And the hair of your head like purple;
The king is held captive in the tresses of it.
6 How fair and how pleasant are you,
O love, for delights!
7 This your stature is like to a palm tree,
And your breasts to its clusters.
8 I said, I will climb up into the palm tree,
I will take hold of the branches of it:
Let your breasts be as clusters of the vine,
and the smell of your breath like apples,
9 And your mouth like the best wine,
That goes down smoothly for my beloved,
Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
10 I am my beloved’s;
And his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field;
Let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards;
Let us see whether the vine has budded, and its blossom is open,
And the pomegrantes are in flower:
There will I give you my love.
13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance;
And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old,
Which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
Oh that you were as my brother,
That sucked the breasts of my mother!
When I should find you outside, I would kiss you;
Yes, and none would despise me.
2 I would lead you, and bring you into my mother’s house,
Who would instruct me;
I would cause you to drink of spiced wine,
Of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand should be under my head,
And his right hand should embrace me.
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
That you stir not up, nor awake my love,
Until he please.
5 Who is this that comes up from the wilderness,
Leaning upon her beloved?
Under the apple tree I awakened you:
There your mother was in travail that brought you forth.
6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm:
For love is strong as death;
Jealousy is cruel as Sheol;
The flashes of it are flashes of fire,
A very flame of Yahweh.
7 Many waters cannot quench love,
Neither can floods drown it:
If a man would give all the substance of his house for love,
He would utterly be despised.
8 We have a little sister,
And she has no breasts:
What shall we do for our sister
In the day when she shall be spoken for?
9 If she is a wall,
We will build upon her a turret of silver:
And if she is a door,
We will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers of it:
Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;
He let out the vineyard to keepers;
Every one for the fruit of it was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me:
You, O Solomon, shall have the thousand,
And those that keep the fruit of it two hundred.
13 You that dwell in the gardens,
The companions listen for your voice:
Cause me to hear it.
14 Make haste, my beloved,
And be like to a roe or to a young hart
Upon the mountains of spices.