1 >1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride.
2 >2 I was asleep, but my heart was awake.
3 >3 I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on?
4 >4 My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening.
5 >5 I rose up to open for my beloved.
6 >6 I opened to my beloved;
7 >7 The watchmen who go about the city found me.
8 >8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
9 >9 How is your beloved better than another beloved,
10 >10 My beloved is white and ruddy.
11 >11 His head is like the purest gold.
12 >12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks,
13 >13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes.
14 >14 His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl.
15 >15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold.
16 >16 His mouth is sweetness;