I<\/span> am come into 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: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.<\/span><\/p>\n 2<\/sup>I sleep, but my heart waketh: 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, and my locks with the drops of the night.<\/span> <\/p>\n 3<\/sup>I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?<\/span> <\/p>\n 4<\/sup>My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.<\/span> <\/p>\n 5<\/sup>I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.<\/span> <\/p>\n 6<\/sup>I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.<\/span> <\/p>\n 7<\/sup>The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.<\/span> <\/p>\n 8<\/sup>I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.<\/span> <\/p>\n 9<\/sup>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 charge us?<\/span> <\/p>\n 10<\/sup>My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.<\/span> <\/p>\n 11<\/sup>His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.<\/span> <\/p>\n 12<\/sup>His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.<\/span> <\/p>\n 13<\/sup>His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.<\/span> <\/p>\n 14<\/sup>His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.<\/span> <\/p>\n 15<\/sup>His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.<\/span> <\/p>\n 16<\/sup>His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.<\/span> <\/p>\n