The Bridegroom
I1 have come to my garden, my sister, my bride;
The Bride
I2 sleep, but my heart is awake. 3I have taken off my robe — 4My beloved put his hand to the latch;
5I rose up to open for my beloved. 6I opened for my beloved, 7I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. 8O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you,
The Friends
H9ow is your beloved better than others,
The Bride
M10y beloved is dazzling and ruddy, 11His head is purest gold; 12His eyes are like doves 13His cheeks are like beds of spice,
14His arms are rods of gold 15His legs are pillars of marble 16His mouth is most sweet;