1 My bride, my sister, I will come to my garden.
2 I sleep, but my mind is awake.
3 I have taken off my clothes! Why should I put them on ⌞again⌟?
4 My beloved put his hand through the keyhole.
5 I got up to open for my beloved.
6 I opened for my beloved,
7 The watchmen making their rounds in the city found me.
8 Young women of Jerusalem, swear to me
9 Most beautiful of women,
10 My beloved is dazzling yet ruddy.
11 His head is the finest gold.
12 His eyes are set like doves bathing in milk.
13 His cheeks are like a garden of spices,
14 His hands are disks of gold set with emerald.
15 His legs are columns of marble set on bases of pure gold.
16 His mouth is sweet in every way.