Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
3I have taken off my cloak. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
4My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. And my bowels were aroused for him.
5I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh on the handles of the lock.
6I 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 did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer.
7The 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.
8I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.
10My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among 10,000.
11His head is like the purest gold. His hair is wavy; black as a raven.
12His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
15His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.