5 I have come to 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, yes, drink deeply,
O beloved ones!

² I sleep, but my heart is awake;
It is the voice of my beloved!
He knocks, saying,
“Open for me, my sister, my love,
My dove, my perfect one;
For my head is covered with dew,
My locks with the drops of the night.”
³ I have taken off my robe;
How can I put it on again?
I have washed my feet;
How can I defile them?
⁴ My beloved put his hand
By the latch of the door,
And my heart yearned for him.
⁵ I arose to open for my beloved,
And my hands dripped with myrrh,
My fingers with liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the lock.

⁹ What is your beloved
More than another beloved,
O fairest among women?
What is your beloved
More than another beloved,
That you so charge us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy,
Chief among ten thousand.
¹¹ His head is like the finest gold;
His locks are wavy,
And black as a raven.
¹² His eyes are like doves
By the rivers of waters,
Washed with milk,
And fitly set.
¹³ His cheeks are like a bed of spices,
Banks of scented herbs.
His lips are lilies,
Dripping liquid myrrh.

6 Where has your beloved gone,
O fairest among women?
Where has your beloved turned aside,
That we may seek him with you?

² My beloved has gone to his garden,
To the beds of spices,
To feed his flock in the gardens,
And to gather lilies.
³ I am my beloved’s,
And my beloved is mine.
He feeds his flock among the lilies.

⁴ O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah,
Lovely as Jerusalem,
Awesome as an army with banners!
⁵ Turn your eyes away from me,
For they have overcome me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
Going down from Gilead.
⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
Which have come up from the washing;
Every one bears twins,
And none is barren among them.
⁷ Like a piece of pomegranate
Are your temples behind your veil.

¹¹ I went down to the garden of nuts
To see the verdure of the valley,
To see whether the vine had budded
And the pomegranates had bloomed.
¹² Before I was even aware,
My soul had made me
As the chariots of my noble people.^[a]

¹³ Return, return, O Shulamite;
Return, return, that we may look upon you!

What would you see in the Shulamite—
As it were, the dance of the two camps?^[b]

7 How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
O prince’s daughter!
The curves of your thighs are like jewels,
The work of the hands of a skillful workman.
² Your navel is a rounded goblet;
It lacks no blended beverage.
Your waist is a heap of wheat
Set about with lilies.
³ Your two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle.
⁴ Your neck is like an ivory tower,
Your eyes like the pools in Heshbon
By the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
Which looks toward Damascus.
⁵ Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel,
And the hair of your head is like purple;
A king is held captive by your tresses.

The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved,
Moving gently the lips of sleepers.^[c]
10 I am my beloved’s,
And his desire is toward me.

³ His left hand is under my head,
And his right hand embraces me.
⁴ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
Do not stir up nor awaken love
Until it pleases.

⁵ Who is this coming up from the wilderness,
Leaning upon her beloved?

⁶ Set me as a seal upon your heart,
As a seal upon your arm;
For love is as strong as death,
Jealousy as cruel as the grave;^[d]
Its flames are flames of fire,
A most vehement^[e] flame.

⁸ We have a little sister,
And she has no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister
In the day when she is spoken for?
⁹ If she is a wall,
We will build upon her
A battlement of silver;
And if she is a door,
We will enclose her
With boards of cedar.

¹⁰ I am a wall,
And my breasts like towers;
Then I became in his eyes
As one who found peace.
¹¹ Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon;
He leased the vineyard to keepers;
Everyone was to bring for its fruit
A thousand silver coins.

¹² My own vineyard is before me.
You, O Solomon, may have a thousand,
And those who tend its fruit two hundred.

¹³ You who dwell in the gardens,
The companions listen for your voice—
Let me hear it!

¹⁴ Make haste, my beloved,
And be like a gazelle
Or a young stag
On the mountains of spices.