| New King James Version | Holman Christian Standard Bible |
| 1I have come to 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, yes, drink deeply, O beloved ones! | 1M I have come to my garden--my sister, my bride. I gather my myrrh with my spices. I eat my honeycomb with my honey. I drink my wine with my milk. N Eat, friends! Drink, be intoxicated with love! W |
| 2I sleep, but my heart is awake; It is the voice of my beloved! He knocks, saying, “Open for me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one; For my head is covered with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.” | 2I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My love is knocking! M Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one. For my head is drenched with dew, my hair with droplets of the night. W |
| 3I have taken off my robe; How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet; How can I defile them? | 3I have taken off my clothing. How can I put it back on? I have washed my feet. How can I get them dirty? |
| 4My beloved put his hand By the latch of the door, And my heart yearned for him. | 4My love thrust his hand through the opening, and my feelings were stirred for him. |
| 5I arose to open for my beloved, And my hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the lock. | 5I rose to open for my love. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt. |
| 6I opened for my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and was gone. My heart leaped up when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. | 6I opened to my love, but my love had turned and gone away. I was crushed that he had left. I sought him, but did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer. |
| 7The watchmen who went about the city found me. They struck me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls Took my veil away from me. | 7The guards who go about the city found me. They beat and wounded me; they took my cloak from me-- the guardians of the walls. |
| 8I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, That you tell him I am lovesick! | 8Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you: if you find my love, tell him that I am lovesick. Y |
| 9What is your beloved More than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved More than another beloved, That you so charge us? | 9What makes the one you love better than another, most beautiful of women? What makes him better than another, that you would give us this charge? W |
| 10My beloved is white and ruddy, Chief among ten thousand. | 10My love is fit and strong, notable among ten thousand. |
| 11His head is like the finest gold; His locks are wavy, And black as a raven. | 11His head is purest gold. His hair is wavy and black as a raven. |
| 12His eyes are like doves By the rivers of waters, Washed with milk, And fitly set. | 12His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, washed in milk and set like jewels. |
| 13His cheeks are like a bed of spices, Banks of scented herbs. His lips are lilies, Dripping liquid myrrh. | 13His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh. |
| 14His hands are rods of gold Set with beryl. His body is carved ivory Inlaid with sapphires. | 14His arms are rods of gold set with topaz. His body is an ivory panel covered with sapphires. |
| 15His legs are pillars of marble Set on bases of fine gold. His countenance is like Lebanon, Excellent as the cedars. | 15His legs are alabaster pillars set on pedestals of pure gold. His presence is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars. |
| 16His mouth is most sweet, Yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, And this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem! | 16His mouth is sweetness. He is absolutely desirable. This is my love, and this is my friend, young women of Jerusalem. |
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