I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse, I 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 drank my wine with my milk. Eat, eat, O friends, drink, drink, O friends. Eat abundantly, O friends, abundantly, and drink, I sleep, but my heart waketh; It is the voice of my beloved, saying: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled, For my head is fill'd with dew, And my locks with the drops of the night. I open'd to my beloved, But my beloved had withdrawn himself, And he was gone. I sought him but I could not find him; I call'd him, but he gave me no answer. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, For I am sick of love. Make haste, my beloved, and be like a roe, Or a young hart upon the Mountains, the mountains of spices.