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The Man

I come to my garden, my sister, my bride;
    I gather my myrrh with my spice;
I eat my honeycomb with my honey;
    I drink my wine with my milk.

Friends of the Man

Eat, friends!
    Drink, and be drunk with love!

The Woman

I slept, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My beloved is knocking. “Open to me, my sister, and my love,
    my dove, my perfect one;
for my head is wet with dew,
    my locks with the drops of the night.”
I had taken off my garment;
    how could I put it on again?
I had bathed my feet;
    how could I soil them?
My beloved put his hand by the latch,
    and my heart yearned for him.
I rose up to open to my beloved,
    and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh
    on the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my beloved,
    but my beloved had turned and was gone.
    My soul failed me when he spoke.
I sought him, but found him not;
    I called him, but he gave no answer.
The watchmen found me
    as they went about the city;
they struck me, they wounded me;
    they took away my mantle,
    those watchmen of the walls.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    if you find my beloved,
    that you tell him I am faint with love.

Friends of the Woman

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?

The Woman

10 My beloved is white and ruddy,
    distinguished among ten thousand.
11 His head is the finest gold;
    his locks are wavy,
    black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves
    beside rivers of water,
bathed in milk,
    fitly set.
13 His cheeks are like beds of spices,
    mounds of scented herbs.
His lips are lilies,
    dripping liquid myrrh.
14 His arms are rods of gold,
    set with jewels.
His body is bright ivory,
    inlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are alabaster columns,
    set on bases of gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,
    choice as the cedars.
16 His mouth is most sweet,
    and he is altogether desirable.
This is my beloved and this is my friend,
    O daughters of Jerusalem.

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.

I sleep, but my heart waketh:
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.
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 hand by the hole of the door,
and my bowels were moved for him.
I rose up to open to my beloved;
and my hands dropped with myrrh,
and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh,
upon the handles of the lock.
I opened to my beloved;
but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone:
my soul failed when he spake:
I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
The watchmen that went about the city found me,
they smote me, they wounded me;
the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved,
that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

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?

10 My beloved is white and ruddy,
the chiefest among ten thousand.
11 His head is as the most fine gold,
his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters,
washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers:
his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl:
his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:
his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.