The Beloved
1 I have come to 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.
(To His Friends)
Eat, O friends!
Drink, yes, drink deeply,
O beloved ones!
The Shulamite
2 I sleep, but my heart is awake;
It is the voice of my beloved!
He knocks, saying,
“Open for me, my sister, [a]my love,
My dove, my perfect one;
For my head is covered with dew,
My [b]locks with the drops of the night.”
How can I put it on again?
I have washed my feet;
How can I [c]defile them?
By the [d]latch of the door,
And my heart yearned for him.
And my hands dripped with myrrh,
My fingers with liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the lock.
But my beloved had turned away and was gone.
My [e]heart leaped up when he spoke.
I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
They struck me, they wounded me;
The keepers of the walls
Took my veil away from me.
If you find my beloved,
That you tell him I am lovesick!
9 What is your beloved
More than another beloved,
O fairest among women?
What is your beloved
More than another beloved,
That you so [f]charge us?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy,
[g]Chief among ten thousand.
His locks are wavy,
And black as a raven.
By the rivers of waters,
Washed with milk,
And [h]fitly set.
Banks of scented herbs.
His lips are lilies,
Dripping liquid myrrh.
Set with beryl.
His body is carved ivory
Inlaid with sapphires.
Set on bases of fine gold.
His countenance is like Lebanon,
Excellent as the cedars.
Yes, he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved,
And this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem!