The Bride Searches for Her Beloved
“I have acome into my garden, bmy sister, my bride;
I have picked my cmyrrh along with my balsam.
I have eaten my honeycomb with my dhoney;
I have edrunk my wine with my milk.
Eat, ffriends;
Drink and imbibe deeply, O lovers.”
2 “I was asleep, but my heart was awake.
A voice! My beloved was knocking:
‘Open to me, amy sister, my darling,
bMy dove, my perfect one!
For my head is full of dew,
My clocks with the damp of the night.’
3 I have ataken off my long‑sleeved garment,
How can I put it on again?
I have bwashed my feet,
How can I dirty them again?