¹I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

¹YO vine á mi huerto, oh hermana, esposa mía: Cogido he mi mirra y mis aromas; He comido mi panal y mi miel, Mi vino y mi leche he bebido. Comed, amigos; Babed, amados, y embriagaos.

²I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

²Yo dormía, pero mi corazón velaba: La voz de mi amado que llamaba: Abreme, hermana mía, amiga mía, paloma mía, perfecta mía; Porque mi cabeza está llena de rocío, Mis cabellos de las gotas de la noche.

³I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

³Heme desnudado mi ropa; ¿cómo la tengo de vestir? He lavado mis pies; ¿cómo los tengo de ensuciar?

⁴My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

⁴Mi amado metió su mano por el agujero, Y mis entrañas se conmovieron dentro de mí.

⁵I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

⁵Yo me levanté para abrir á mi amado, Y mis manos gotearon mirra, Y mis dedos mirra que corría Sobre las aldabas del candado.

⁶I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

⁶Abrí yo á mi amado; Mas mi amado se había ido, había ya pasado: Y tras su hablar salió mi alma: Busquélo, y no lo hallé; Llamélo, y no me respondió.

⁷The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁷Halláronme los guardas que rondan la ciudad: Hiriéronme, llagáronme, Quitáronme mi manto de encima los guardas de los muros.

⁸I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

⁸Yo os conjuro, oh doncellas de Jerusalem, si hallareis á mi amado, Que le hagáis saber cómo de amor estoy enferma.

⁹What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?

⁹¿Qué es tu amado más que otro amado, Oh la más hermosa de todas las mujeres? ¿Qué es tu amado más que otro amado, Que así nos conjuras?

¹⁰My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.

¹⁰Mi amado es blanco y rubio, Señalado entre diez mil.

¹¹His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

¹¹Su cabeza, como, oro finísimo; Sus cabellos crespos, negros como el cuervo.

¹²His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.

¹²Sus ojos, como palomas junto á los arroyos de las aguas, Que se lavan con leche, y a la perfección colocados.

¹³His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

¹³Sus mejillas, como una era de especias aromáticas, como fragantes flores: Sus labios, como lirios que destilan mirra que trasciende.

¹⁴His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.

¹⁴Sus manos, como anillos de oro engastados de jacintos: Su vientre, como claro marfil cubierto de zafiros.

¹⁵His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

¹⁵Sus piernas, como columnas de mármol fundadas sobre basas de fino oro: Su aspecto como el Líbano, escogido como los cedros.

¹⁶His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

¹⁶Su paladar, dulcísimo: y todo él codiciable. Tal es mi amado, tal es mi amigo, Oh doncellas de Jerusalem.