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1I have come to my garden, My sister, my bride; I have plucked 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, and drink deeply, O beloved ones!
2I was sleeping, But my heart was awake – the voice of my beloved! He knocks, “Open for me, my sister, My love, my dove, my perfect one; For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.”
3I have taken off my robe, should I put it on? I have washed my feet, should I dirty them?
4My beloved put his hand by the latch, And my feelings were deeply moved for him.
5I rose to open for my beloved, And my hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
6I opened for my beloved, But my beloved had turned away, had gone. My being went out when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7The watchmen who went about the city found me. They struck me, they bruised me; The keepers of the walls lifted my veil from me.
8I have put you under oath, O daughters of Yerushalayim, If you find my beloved, That you inform him that I am faint with love!
9What kind of a beloved is your beloved, O beautiful among women? What kind of a beloved is your beloved, That you have put us under oath?
10My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, Chief among ten thousand.
11His head is refined gold; His locks are wavy, black as a raven.
12His eyes are like doves by streams of waters, Washed with milk, and fitly set.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices, Raised bed of scented plants. His lips are lilies, dripping flowing myrrh.
14His hands are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is carved ivory, covered with sapphires.
15His legs are columns of marble Founded on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Leḇanon, Choice as the cedars.
16His mouth is most sweet, And he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Yerushalayim!