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 ,a 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.3
I have put off my coat;how shall I put it on ? I have washed my feet;how shall I defile them?
My beloved put in his handby the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. b5
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my handsdropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smellingmyrrh, upon the handles of the lock.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I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone : my soulfailed when he spake : I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer .