1I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride.

2I was asleep, but my heart was awake.

3I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on?

4My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening.

5I rose up to open for my beloved.

6I opened to my beloved;

7The watchmen who go about the city found me.

8I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,

9How is your beloved better than another beloved,

10My beloved is white and ruddy.

11His head is like the purest gold.

12His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks,

13His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes.

14His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl.

15His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold.

16His mouth is sweetness;