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King Solomon: “I am here in my garden, my darling, my bride! I gather my myrrh with my spices and eat my honeycomb with my honey. I drink my wine with my milk.”

The Young Women of Jerusalem: “Oh, lover and beloved, eat and drink! Yes, drink deeply!”

The Girl: “One night as I was sleeping, my heart awakened in a dream. I heard the voice of my beloved; he was knocking at my bedroom door. ‘Open to me, my darling, my lover, my lovely dove,’ he said, ‘for I have been out in the night and am covered with dew.’

“But I said, ‘I have disrobed. Shall I get dressed again? I have washed my feet, and should I get them soiled?’

“My beloved tried to unlatch the door, and my heart was thrilled within me. I jumped up to open it, and my hands dripped with perfume, my fingers with lovely myrrh as I pulled back the bolt. I opened to my beloved, but he was gone. My heart stopped. I searched for him but couldn’t find him anywhere. I called to him, but there was no reply. The guards found me and struck and wounded me. The watchman on the wall tore off my veil. I adjure you, O women of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved one, tell him that I am sick with love.”

The Young Women of Jerusalem: “O woman of rare beauty, what is it about your loved one that is better than any other, that you command us this?”

The Girl: 10 “My beloved one is tanned and handsome, better than ten thousand others! 11 His head is purest gold, and he has wavy, raven hair. 12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, deep and quiet. 13 His cheeks are like sweetly scented beds of spices. His lips are perfumed lilies, his breath like myrrh. 14 His arms are round bars of gold set with topaz; his body is bright ivory encrusted with jewels. 15 His legs are as pillars of marble set in sockets of finest gold, like cedars of Lebanon; none can rival him. 16 His mouth is altogether sweet, lovable in every way. Such, O women of Jerusalem, is my beloved, my friend.”

The Man Speaks

I have entered my garden, my sister, my bride.
    I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.
I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey.
    I have drunk my wine and my milk.

The Friends Speak

Eat, friends, and drink;
    yes, drink deeply, lovers.

The Woman Dreams

I sleep, but my heart is awake.
    I hear my lover knocking.
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
    my dove, my perfect one.
My head is wet with dew,
    and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
I have taken off my garment
    and don’t want to put it on again.
I have washed my feet
    and don’t want to get them dirty again.
My lover put his hand through the opening,
    and I felt excited inside.
I got up to open the door for my lover.
    Myrrh was dripping from my hands
and flowing from my fingers,
    onto the handles of the lock.
I opened the door for my lover,
    but my lover had left and was gone.
    When he spoke, he took my breath away.
I looked for him, but I could not find him;
    I called for him, but he did not answer.
The watchmen found me
    as they patrolled the city.
They hit me and hurt me;
    the guards on the wall took away my veil.
Promise me, women of Jerusalem,
    if you find my lover,
    tell him I am weak with love.

The Friends Answer the Woman

How is your lover better than other lovers,
    most beautiful of women?
How is your lover better than other lovers?
    Why do you want us to promise this?

The Woman Answers the Friends

10 My lover is healthy and tan,
    the best of ten thousand men.
11 His head is like the finest gold;
    his hair is wavy and black like a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves
    by springs of water.
They seem to be bathed in cream
    and are set like jewels.
13 His cheeks are like beds of spices;
    they smell like mounds of perfume.
His lips are like lilies
    flowing with myrrh.
14 His hands are like gold hinges,
    filled with jewels.
His body is like shiny ivory
    covered with sapphires.
15 His legs are like large marble posts,
    standing on bases of fine gold.
He is like a cedar of Lebanon,
    like the finest of the trees.
16 His mouth is sweet to kiss,
    and I desire him very much.
Yes, daughters of Jerusalem,
    this is my lover
    and my friend.