I am comeinto my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gatheredmy myrrhwithmy spice; I have eatenmy honeycombwithmy honey; I have drunkmy winewithmy milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. Isleep, but my heartwaketh: it is the voiceof my belovedthat knocketh, saying , Opento me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my headis filledwith dew, and my lockswith the dropsof the night. I have put offmy coat; howshall I put it on? I have washedmy feet; howshall I defilethem? My belovedput inhis handbythe hole of the door , and my bowelswere movedforhim. Irose upto opento my beloved; and my handsdropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smellingmyrrh, uponthe handlesof the lock. Iopenedto my beloved; but my belovedhad withdrawnhimself, and was gone: my soulfailedwhen he spoke: I soughthim, but I could notfindhim; I calledhim, but he gave me no answer. The watchmenthat went aboutthe cityfoundme, they smoteme, they woundedme; the keepersof the wallstook awaymy veilfromme. I chargeyou, O daughtersof Jerusalem, ifye findmy beloved, thatye tellhim, that I am sickof love. What is thy belovedmore than another beloved, O thou fairestamong women? what is thy belovedmore than another beloved, that thou dost sochargeus? My beloved is whiteand ruddy, the chiefestamong ten thousand. His head is as the mostfine gold, his locks are bushy, and blackas a raven. His eyes are as the eyes of dovesbythe riversof waters, washedwith milk, and fitly set. His cheeks are as a bedof spices, as sweetflowers: his lips like lilies, droppingsweet smellingmyrrh. His hands are as goldringssetwith the beryl: his belly is as brightivoryoverlaid with sapphires. His legs are as pillarsof marble, setuponsocketsof fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellentas the cedars. His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogetherlovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughtersof Jerusalem.