| [an error occurred while processing this directive] | New Living Translation |
| 1[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 1I have entered my garden, my treasure, my bride! I gather myrrh with my spices and eat honeycomb with my honey. I drink wine with my milk. Young Women of Jerusalem Oh, lover and beloved, eat and drink! Yes, drink deeply of your love! Young Woman |
| 2[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 2I slept, but my heart was awake, when I heard my lover knocking and calling: “Open to me, my treasure, my darling, my dove, my perfect one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.” |
| 3[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 3But I responded, “I have taken off my robe. Should I get dressed again? I have washed my feet. Should I get them soiled?” |
| 4[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 4My lover tried to unlatch the door, and my heart thrilled within me. |
| 5[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 5I jumped up to open the door for my love, and my hands dripped with perfume. My fingers dripped with lovely myrrh as I pulled back the bolt. |
| 6[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 6I opened to my lover, but he was gone! My heart sank. I searched for him but could not find him anywhere. I called to him, but there was no reply. |
| 7[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 7The night watchmen found me as they made their rounds. They beat and bruised me and stripped off my veil, those watchmen on the walls. |
| 8[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 8Make this promise, O women of Jerusalem— If you find my lover, tell him I am weak with love. Young Women of Jerusalem |
| 9[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 9Why is your lover better than all others, O woman of rare beauty? What makes your lover so special that we must promise this? Young Woman |
| 10[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 10My lover is dark and dazzling, better than ten thousand others! |
| 11[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 11His head is finest gold, his wavy hair is black as a raven. |
| 12[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 12His eyes sparkle like doves beside springs of water; they are set like jewels washed in milk. |
| 13[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 13His cheeks are like gardens of spices giving off fragrance. His lips are like lilies, perfumed with myrrh. |
| 14[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 14His arms are like rounded bars of gold, set with beryl. His body is like bright ivory, glowing with lapis lazuli. |
| 15[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 15His legs are like marble pillars set in sockets of finest gold. His posture is stately, like the noble cedars of Lebanon. |
| 16[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 16His mouth is sweetness itself; he is desirable in every way. Such, O women of Jerusalem, is my lover, my friend. |
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