I have taken off my clothing. How can I put it back on? I have washed my feet. How can I get them dirty?
My love thrust his hand through the opening, and my feelings were stirred for him.
I rose to open for my love. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my love, but my love had turned and gone away. I was crushede that he had left.f I sought him, but did not find him.g I called him, but he did not answer.
The guards who go about the city found me.h They beat and wounded me; they took my cloaki from me- the guardians of the walls.j8
Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you:k if you find my love, tell him that I am lovesick.l
My love is fit and strong,m notable among ten thousand.
His head is purest gold. His hair is wavyn and black as a raven.
His eyes are like doveso beside streams of water, washed in milk and set like jewels.p13
His cheeksq are like beds of spice, towers ofr perfume. His lips are lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.s14
His armst are rods of gold setu with topaz.v His bodyw is an ivory panel covered with sapphires.
His legs are alabaster pillars set on pedestals of pure gold. His presencex is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.
His mouth is sweetness. He is absolutely desirable.y This is my love, and this is my friend, young women of Jerusalem.