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nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree, with myrrh and aloes and all the finest spices.
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class="speaker">She
Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread everywhere. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.
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class="speaker">He
I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk. class="speaker">Friends
Eat, friends, and drink; drink your fill of love.
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class="speaker">She
I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! 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.”
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My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart began to pound for him.
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I arose to open for my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.
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I opened for my beloved, but my beloved had left; he was gone. My heart sank at his departure. I looked for him but did not find him. I called him but he did not answer.
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The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. They beat me, they bruised me; they took away my cloak, those watchmen of the walls!
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Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you— if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love.
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class="speaker">Friends
How is your beloved better than others, most beautiful of women? How is your beloved better than others, that you so charge us?
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class="speaker">She
My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
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His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
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His eyes are like doves by the water streams, washed in milk, mounted like jewels.
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His cheeks are like beds of spice yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with myrrh.
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His arms are rods of gold set with topaz. His body is like polished ivory decorated with lapis lazuli.
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His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars.
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His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
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class="speaker">Friends
Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your beloved turn, that we may look for him with you?
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class="speaker">She
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies.
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I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine; he browses among the lilies.
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class="speaker">He
You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
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Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
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Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is missing.
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Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
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Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number;
