1 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.

<>myrrh, <>my honeycomb with my honey, <>honey, <>my wine with my milk, <>O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

2 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.

<>my beloved that knocketh, <>dove, <>my undefiled, <>dew

3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

<>I have put off my coat, <>I have washed my feet

4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

<>my bowels were moved for him

5 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.

6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

<>my beloved had withdrawn himself, <>I called him, but he gave me no answer.

7 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.

<>watchmen, <>the city

8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

<>I charge you, <>I am sick of love.

9 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?

<>What is thy beloved more than another beloved … what is thy beloved more than another beloved, <>O thou fairest among women

10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.

<>My beloved is … the chiefest among ten thousand., <>chiefest

11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

<>fine gold, <>raven

12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.

<>rivers of waters

13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

<>lilies

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.

<>pillars

16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

<>His mouth is most sweet