[Arise thou North wind from the North,
and from the South, thou South wind blow,
upon my garden breathe ye forth,
that so my spices (there that grow,)
from thence abundantly may flow.
And to thy garden come my Dear,
to eat thy fruits of pleasure there.]
My sister, and espoused peer,
unto My garden I am come:
My spice I gathered with My myrrh:
I ate My honey in the comb,
and drunk My wine with milk among.
Come friends, and best-beloved of Me,
come eat, and drink, and merry be.
I slept, but yet my heart did wake;
it is my love I knocking hear:
it was His voice, and thus He spake;
Come open unto Me, My dear,
My love, My dove, My spotless peer:
for, with the dew My head is dight;
My locks with droppings of the night.
I rose to open for my love,
and from my hands distilled myrrh;
pure myrrh did from my fingers drop
upon the handles of the lock,
but, then departed was my Dear.
when by His voice I knew ’twas He,
my heart was like to faint in me.
I sought; but seen He could not be:
I call’d; but heard no answer sound.
The city watchmen met with me,
As they were walking on their round,
and gave me stripes that made a wound:
yea, they that watch and guard the wall,
E’en they have took away my veil.
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