1. I 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!
2. I 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.”
3. I have taken off my robe, should I put it on? I have washed my feet, should I dirty them?
4. My beloved put his hand by the latch, And my feelings were deeply moved for him.
5. I rose to open for my beloved, And my hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
6. I 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.
7. The watchmen who went about the city found me. They struck me, they bruised me; The keepers of the walls lifted my veil from me.