Song of Solomon 5:1-3

The Voice

5 Him (to her): I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride;
        I have gathered my myrrh with its natural spices.
    I have tasted the honeycomb dripping with my honey
        and have drunk my wine and milk together.

    (to his young friends of Jerusalem) Eat, friends, drink your fill!
        Be intoxicated with love.

² Her: I was sleeping, but my heart was awake
        when I heard a sound, the sound of my love pounding at the door.

Him: Open yourself to me, my sister, my dearest,
        my sweet dove, my flawless beauty.
    My head is drenched with dew;
        my hair is soaked with the wetness of the night.

Her: ³ I have taken off my robe.
        How could I ever put it on again?
    I have washed my feet.
        How could I walk across this dirty floor?