1 I have 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, friends!

Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.

2 I was asleep, but my heart was awake.

It is the voice of my beloved who knocks:

"Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled;

for my head is filled with dew,

and my hair with the dampness of the night."

3 I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on?

I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?

4 My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening.

My heart pounded for him.

5 I rose up to open for my beloved.

My hands dripped with myrrh,

my fingers with liquid myrrh,

on the handles of the lock.

6 I opened to my beloved;

but my beloved left, and had gone away.

My heart went out when he spoke.

I looked for him, but I didn’t find him.

I called him, but he didn’t answer.

7 The watchmen who go about the city found me.

They beat me.

They bruised me.

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

8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,

If you find my beloved,

that you tell him that I am faint with love.

9 How is your beloved better than another beloved,

you fairest among women?

How is your beloved better than another beloved,

that you do so adjure us?

10 My beloved is white and ruddy.

The best among ten thousand.

11 His head is like the purest gold.

His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks,

washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes.

His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

14 His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl.

His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.

15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold.

His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

16 His mouth is sweetness;

yes, he is altogether lovely.

This is my beloved, and this is my friend,

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.