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| [1]Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yea, brethren, drink abundantly. |
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| [2]I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. |
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| [3]I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them? |
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| [4]My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him. |
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| [5]I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock. |
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| [6]I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not. |
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| [7]The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. |
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| [8]I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him? That I am wounded with love. |
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| [9]What is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, O thou beautiful among women? what is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, that thou hast so charged us? |
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| [10]My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads. |
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| [11]His head is as very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven. |
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| [12]His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools. |
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| [13]His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh. |
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| [14]His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone. |
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| [15]His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars. |
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| [16]His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem. |
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| [17]Whither is thy kinsman gone, thou beautiful among women? whither has thy kinsman turned aside? tell us, and we will seek him with thee. |
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