1 I am come into 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;

Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

2 I was asleep, but my heart waked:

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,

My locks with the drops of the night.

3 I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on?

I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,

And my heart was moved for him.

5 I rose up to open to my beloved;

And my hands droppeth with myrrh,

And my fingers with liquid myrrh,

Upon the handles of the bolt.

6 I opened to my beloved;

But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone.

My soul had failed me when he spake:

I sought him, but I could not find him;

I called him, but he gave me no answer.

7 The watchmen that go about the city found me,

They smote me, they wounded me;

The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

If ye find my beloved,

That ye tell him, that I am sick from 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 adjure us?

10 My beloved is white and ruddy,

The chiefest among ten thousand.

11 His head is as the most fine gold;

His locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

12 His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks,

Washed with milk, and fitly set.

13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices,

As banks of sweet herbs:

His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

14 His hands are as rings of gold set with beryl:

His body is as ivory work overlaid with sapphires.

15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:

His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

16 His mouth is most sweet;

Yea, he is altogether lovely.

This is my beloved, and this is my friend,

O daughters of Jerusalem.

1 YO vine á mi huerto, oh hermana, esposa mía: Cogido he mi mirra y mis aromas; He comido mi panal y mi miel, Mi vino y mi leche he bebido. Comed, amigos; Babed, amados, y embriagaos.

2 Yo dormía, pero mi corazón velaba: La voz de mi amado que llamaba: Abreme, hermana mía, amiga mía, paloma mía, perfecta mía; Porque mi cabeza está llena de rocío, Mis cabellos de las gotas de la noche.

3 Heme desnudado mi ropa; ¿cómo la tengo de vestir? He lavado mis pies; ¿cómo los tengo de ensuciar?

4 Mi amado metió su mano por el agujero, Y mis entrañas se conmovieron dentro de mí.

5 Yo me levanté para abrir á mi amado, Y mis manos gotearon mirra, Y mis dedos mirra que corría Sobre las aldabas del candado.

6 Abrí yo á mi amado; Mas mi amado se había ido, había ya pasado: Y tras su hablar salió mi alma: Busquélo, y no lo hallé; Llamélo, y no me respondió.

7 Halláronme los guardas que rondan la ciudad: Hiriéronme, llagáronme, Quitáronme mi manto de encima los guardas de los muros.

8 Yo os conjuro, oh doncellas de Jerusalem, si hallareis á mi amado, Que le hagáis saber cómo de amor estoy enferma.

9 ¿Qué es tu amado más que otro amado, Oh la más hermosa de todas las mujeres? ¿Qué es tu amado más que otro amado, Que así nos conjuras?

10 Mi amado es blanco y rubio, Señalado entre diez mil.

11 Su cabeza, como, oro finísimo; Sus cabellos crespos, negros como el cuervo.

12 Sus ojos, como palomas junto á los arroyos de las aguas, Que se lavan con leche, y a la perfección colocados.

13 Sus mejillas, como una era de especias aromáticas, como fragantes flores: Sus labios, como lirios que destilan mirra que trasciende.

14 Sus manos, como anillos de oro engastados de jacintos: Su vientre, como claro marfil cubierto de zafiros.

15 Sus piernas, como columnas de mármol fundadas sobre basas de fino oro: Su aspecto como el Líbano, escogido como los cedros.

16 Su paladar, dulcísimo: y todo él codiciable. Tal es mi amado, tal es mi amigo, Oh doncellas de Jerusalem.