The Bride and Her Beloved
The Bride
The Bridegroom
The Friends
1I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride;
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, and drink;
drink freely, O beloved.
2I sleep, but my heart is awake.
A sound! My beloved is knocking:
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my flawless one.
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night.”
3I have taken off my robe —
must I put it back on?
I have washed my feet—
must I soil them again?
4My beloved put his hand to the latch;
my heart pounded for him.
5I rose up to open for my beloved.
My hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh
on the handles of the bolt.
6I opened for my beloved,
but he had turned and gone.
My heart sank at his departure.
I sought him but did not find him.
I called, but he did not answer.
7I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city.
They beat me and bruised me;
they took away my cloak,
those guardians of the walls.
The Friends
8O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you,
if you find my beloved,
tell him I am sick with love.
The Bride
9How is your beloved better than others,
O most beautiful among women?
How is your beloved better than another,
that you charge us so?
10My beloved is dazzling and ruddy,
outstanding among ten thousand.
11His head is purest gold;
his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
12His eyes are like doves
beside the streams of water,
bathed in milk
and mounted like jewels.
13His cheeks are like beds of spice,
towers of perfume.
His lips are like lilies,
dripping with flowing myrrh.
14His arms are rods of gold
set with beryl.
His body is polished ivory
bedecked with sapphires.
15His legs are pillars of marble
set on bases of pure gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,
as majestic as the cedars.
16His moutha is most sweet;
he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.