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.
5. I arose to open for my beloved,and my hands dripped with myrrh,my fingers with flowing myrrh,on the handles of the bolt.
6. I opened for my beloved,but my beloved had left; he was gone.My heart sank at his departure.I looked for him but did not find him.I called him but he did not answer.