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1 I Came to my garden, my sister, O spouse: I gathered my myrrh with my spices; I ate my droppings with my honey; I drank my wine with my milk: Eat, O friends; drink ye, and drink to the full, O beloved ones. 2 I slept and my heart waked: the voice of my beloved knocks at the door; Open to me, my sister, my friend, my dove, my perfect one: my head was filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night. 3 I put off my tunic, and how shall I put it on? I washed my feet; how shall I defile them? 4 My beloved sent his hand from the hole, and my bowels were disquieted for him. 5 I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dropped myrrh, and my fingers, myrrh overflowing upon the hands of the bolt. 6 I opened to my beloved, and my beloved turned about, he passed away: my soul went forth in his speaking: I sought and I found him not; I called him and he answered me not. 7 They watching going round about in the city, found me; they struck me, they wounded me: they watching the wall took away my veil from me. Song of Solomon 5:1-7, Smith's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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