I AM come into my garden, my sister, {cf15i 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. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
I was asleep, but my heart waked: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, {cf15i saying}, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, {cf15i and} was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
What is thy beloved more than {cf15i another} beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than {cf15i another} beloved, that thou dost so adjure us?