1<\/sup>Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.<\/span> <\/p>\n 2<\/sup>I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.<\/span> <\/p>\n 3<\/sup>I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?<\/span> <\/p>\n 4<\/sup>My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.<\/span> <\/p>\n 5<\/sup>I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.<\/span> <\/p>\n 6<\/sup>I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.<\/span> <\/p>\n 7<\/sup>The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.<\/span> <\/p>\n 8<\/sup>I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.<\/span> <\/p>\n 9<\/sup>What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us?<\/span> <\/p>\n 10<\/sup>My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.<\/span> <\/p>\n 11<\/sup>His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.<\/span> <\/p>\n 12<\/sup>His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.<\/span> <\/p>\n 13<\/sup>His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrb.<\/span> <\/p>\n 14<\/sup>His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.<\/span> <\/p>\n 15<\/sup>His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.<\/span> <\/p>\n 16<\/sup>His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.<\/span> <\/p>\n 17<\/sup>Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?<\/span> <\/p>\n