1
I am come into 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, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2
I sleep, but my heartwaketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
6
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soulfailed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
9
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?