The Bride and Her Beloved
The Bridegroom
1I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride;
I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.
I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine with my milk.
The Friends
Eat, O friends, and drink;
The Bride
2I sleep, but my heart is awake.
A sound! My beloved is knocking:
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my flawless one.
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night.”
3I have taken off my robe—
must I put it back on?
I have washed my feet—
4My beloved put his hand to the latch;
5I rose up to open for my beloved.
My hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh
6I opened for my beloved,
but he had turned and gone.
My heart sank at his departure.
I sought him, but did not find him.
I called, but he did not answer.
7I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city.
They beat me and bruised me;
they took away my cloak,
8O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you,
if you find my beloved,
The Friends
9How is your beloved better than others,
O most beautiful among women?
How is your beloved better than another,
The Bride
10My beloved is dazzling and ruddy,
outstanding among ten thousand.
11His head is purest gold;
his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
12His eyes are like doves
beside the streams of water,
bathed in milk
13His cheeks are like beds of spice,
towers of perfume.
His lips are like lilies,
14His arms are rods of gold
set with beryl.
His body is an ivory panel
15His legs are pillars of marble
set on bases of pure gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,
16His moutha is most sweet;
he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.
Footnotes:
16 a Hebrew palate
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