¹Veniat dilectus meus in hortum suum, et comedat fructum pomorum suorum. Veni in hortum meum, soror mea, sponsa; messui myrrham meam cum aromatibus meis; comedi favum cum melle meo; bibi vinum meum cum lacte meo; comedite, amici, et bibite, et inebriamini, carissimi.Bride: May my beloved enter into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees.

¹Veniat dilectus meus in hortum suum, et comedat fructum pomorum suorum. Veni in hortum meum, soror mea, sponsa; messui myrrham meam cum aromatibus meis; comedi favum cum melle meo; bibi vinum meum cum lacte meo; comedite, amici, et bibite, et inebriamini, carissimi.Bride: May my beloved enter into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees.

²Ego dormio,Groom to Bride:et cor meum vigilat.I have arrived in my garden,Vox dilecti mei pulsantis:O my sister, my spouse.Aperi mihi, soror mea,I have harvested my myrrh,amica mea,with my aromatic oils.columba mea, immaculata mea,I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey.quia caput meum plenum est rore,I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends,et cincinni mei guttis noctium.and drink, and be inebriated, O most beloved.

²Ego dormio,Groom to Bride:et cor meum vigilat.I have arrived in my garden,Vox dilecti mei pulsantis:O my sister, my spouse.Aperi mihi, soror mea,I have harvested my myrrh,amica mea,with my aromatic oils.columba mea, immaculata mea,I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey.quia caput meum plenum est rore,I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends,et cincinni mei guttis noctium.and drink, and be inebriated, O most beloved.

³Expoliavi me tunica mea:Bride:quomodo induar illa?I sleep,lavi pedes meos:yet my heart watches.quomodo inquinabo illos?The voice of my beloved knocking:

³Expoliavi me tunica mea:Bride:quomodo induar illa?I sleep,lavi pedes meos:yet my heart watches.quomodo inquinabo illos?The voice of my beloved knocking:

⁴Dilectus meus misit manum suam per foramen, et venter meus intremuit ad tactum ejus.Groom to Bride: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my immaculate one. For my head is full of dew, and the locks of my hair are full of the drops of the night.

⁴Dilectus meus misit manum suam per foramen, et venter meus intremuit ad tactum ejus.Groom to Bride: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my immaculate one. For my head is full of dew, and the locks of my hair are full of the drops of the night.

⁵Surrexi ut aperirem dilecto meo;Bride: I have taken off my tunic;manus meæ stillaverunt myrrham,how shall I be clothed in it?et digiti mei pleni myrrha probatissima.I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them?

⁵Surrexi ut aperirem dilecto meo;Bride: I have taken off my tunic;manus meæ stillaverunt myrrham,how shall I be clothed in it?et digiti mei pleni myrrha probatissima.I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them?

⁶Pessulum ostii mei aperui dilecto meo, at ille declinaverat, atque transierat. Anima mea liquefacta est, ut locutus est; quæsivi, et non inveni illum; vocavi, et non respondit mihi.My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch.

⁶Pessulum ostii mei aperui dilecto meo, at ille declinaverat, atque transierat. Anima mea liquefacta est, ut locutus est; quæsivi, et non inveni illum; vocavi, et non respondit mihi.My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch.

⁷Invenerunt me custodes qui circumeunt civitatem;I rose up in order to open to my beloved.percusserunt me, et vulneraverunt me.My hands dripped with myrrh,Tulerunt pallium meum mihi custodes murorum.and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh.

⁷Invenerunt me custodes qui circumeunt civitatem;I rose up in order to open to my beloved.percusserunt me, et vulneraverunt me.My hands dripped with myrrh,Tulerunt pallium meum mihi custodes murorum.and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh.

⁸Adjuro vos, filiæ Jerusalem, si inveneritis dilectum meum, ut nuntietis ei quia amore langueo.I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me.

⁸Adjuro vos, filiæ Jerusalem, si inveneritis dilectum meum, ut nuntietis ei quia amore langueo.I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me.

⁹Qualis est dilectus tuus ex dilecto,The keepers who circulate through the city found me.o pulcherrima mulierum?They struck me,qualis est dilectus tuus ex dilecto,and wounded me.quia sic adjurasti nos?The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me.

⁹Qualis est dilectus tuus ex dilecto,The keepers who circulate through the city found me.o pulcherrima mulierum?They struck me,qualis est dilectus tuus ex dilecto,and wounded me.quia sic adjurasti nos?The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me.

¹⁰Dilectus meus candidus et rubicundus;I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved,electus ex millibus.announce to him that I languish through love.

¹⁰Dilectus meus candidus et rubicundus;I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved,electus ex millibus.announce to him that I languish through love.

¹¹Caput ejus aurum optimum;Chorus to Bride: What kind of beloved is your beloved,comæ ejus sicut elatæ palmarum,O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved,nigræ quasi corvus.so that you would bind us by oath?

¹¹Caput ejus aurum optimum;Chorus to Bride: What kind of beloved is your beloved,comæ ejus sicut elatæ palmarum,O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved,nigræ quasi corvus.so that you would bind us by oath?

¹²Oculi ejus sicut columbæ super rivulos aquarum,Bride:quæ lacte sunt lotæ,My beloved is white and ruddy,et resident juxta fluenta plenissima.elect among thousands.

¹²Oculi ejus sicut columbæ super rivulos aquarum,Bride:quæ lacte sunt lotæ,My beloved is white and ruddy,et resident juxta fluenta plenissima.elect among thousands.

¹³Genæ illius sicut areolæ aromatum,His head is like the finest gold.consitæ a pigmentariis. Labia ejus lilia,His locks are like the heights of palm trees,distillantia myrrham primam.and as black as a raven.

¹³Genæ illius sicut areolæ aromatum,His head is like the finest gold.consitæ a pigmentariis. Labia ejus lilia,His locks are like the heights of palm trees,distillantia myrrham primam.and as black as a raven.

¹⁴Manus illius tornatiles,His eyes are like doves,aureæ, plenæ hyacinthis. Venter ejus eburneus,which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters,distinctus sapphiris.and which reside near plentiful streams.

¹⁴Manus illius tornatiles,His eyes are like doves,aureæ, plenæ hyacinthis. Venter ejus eburneus,which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters,distinctus sapphiris.and which reside near plentiful streams.

¹⁵Crura illius columnæ marmoreæ quæ fundatæ sunt super bases aureas.His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers.Species ejus ut Libani,His lips are like lilies,electus ut cedri.dripping with the best myrrh.

¹⁵Crura illius columnæ marmoreæ quæ fundatæ sunt super bases aureas.His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers.Species ejus ut Libani,His lips are like lilies,electus ut cedri.dripping with the best myrrh.

¹⁶Guttur illius suavissimum,His hands are smoothed gold,et totus desiderabilis.full of hyacinths.Talis est dilectus meus,His abdomen is ivory,et ipse est amicus meus, filiæ Jerusalem.accented with sapphires.

¹⁶Guttur illius suavissimum,His hands are smoothed gold,et totus desiderabilis.full of hyacinths.Talis est dilectus meus,His abdomen is ivory,et ipse est amicus meus, filiæ Jerusalem.accented with sapphires.

¹⁷Quo abiit dilectus tuus, o pulcherrima mulierum? quo declinavit dilectus tuus? et quæremus eum tecum.His legs are columns of marble, which have been established over bases of gold. His appearance is like that of Lebanon, elect like the cedars. His throat is most sweet, and he is entirely desirable. Such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. Chorus to Bride: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned aside, so that we may seek him with you?

¹⁷Quo abiit dilectus tuus, o pulcherrima mulierum? quo declinavit dilectus tuus? et quæremus eum tecum.His legs are columns of marble, which have been established over bases of gold. His appearance is like that of Lebanon, elect like the cedars. His throat is most sweet, and he is entirely desirable. Such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. Chorus to Bride: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned aside, so that we may seek him with you?