I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride:

2 I was asleep, but my heart waked:

3 I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on?

4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,

5 I rose up to open to my beloved;

6 I opened to my beloved;

7 The watchmen that go about the city found me,

8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

9 What is thy beloved more than another beloved,

10 My beloved is white and ruddy,

11 His head is as the most fine gold;

12 His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks,

13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices,

14 His hands are as rings of gold set with beryl:

15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:

16 His mouth is most sweet;