1 I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my
2 I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that
3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh,
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and
7 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me,
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved,
9 What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest
11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips
14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as
15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:
16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my