5 I have come into my garden,^(A) my sister, my bride;^(B)
    I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.
I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey;
    I have drunk my wine and my milk.^(C)

Eat, friends, and drink;
    drink your fill of love.

² I slept but my heart was awake.
    Listen! My beloved is knocking:
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
    my dove,^(D) my flawless^(E) one.^(F)
My head is drenched with dew,
    my hair with the dampness of the night.”
³ I have taken off my robe—
    must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet—
    must I soil them again?
⁴ My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening;
    my heart began to pound for him.
⁵ I arose to open for my beloved,
    and my hands dripped with myrrh,^(G)
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
    on the handles of the bolt.
⁶ I opened for my beloved,^(H)
    but my beloved had left; he was gone.^(I)
    My heart sank at his departure.^[a]
I looked^(J) for him but did not find him.
    I called him but he did not answer.
⁷ The watchmen found me
    as they made their rounds in the city.^(K)
They beat me, they bruised me;
    they took away my cloak,
    those watchmen of the walls!
⁸ Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you^(L)—
    if you find my beloved,^(M)
what will you tell him?
    Tell him I am faint with love.^(N)

⁹ How is your beloved better than others,
    most beautiful of women?^(O)
How is your beloved better than others,
    that you so charge us?

¹⁰ My beloved is radiant and ruddy,
    outstanding among ten thousand.^(P)
11 His head is purest gold;
    his hair is wavy
    and black as a raven.
¹² His eyes are like doves^(Q)
    by the water streams,
washed in milk,^(R)
    mounted like jewels.
¹³ His cheeks^(S) are like beds of spice^(T)
    yielding perfume.
His lips are like lilies^(U)
    dripping with myrrh.^(V)
14 His arms are rods of gold
    set with topaz.
His body is like polished ivory
    decorated with lapis lazuli.^(W)
15 His legs are pillars of marble
    set on bases of pure gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,^(X)
    choice as its cedars.
¹⁶ His mouth^(Y) is sweetness itself;
    he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved,^(Z) this is my friend,
    daughters of Jerusalem.^(AA)

¹ My heart is not proud,^(A) Lord,
    my eyes are not haughty;^(B)
I do not concern myself with great matters^(C)
    or things too wonderful for me.^(D)
2 But I have calmed and quieted myself,^(E)
    I am like a weaned child with its mother;
    like a weaned child I am content.^(F)