1I'm vibin' in my garden, sis, my partner: I gathered my myrrh with my spice; I munched on honeycomb and honey; I sipped my wine with milk: eat up, fam; drink, fr, drink it all, my love.

2I'm snoozin', but my heart's wide awake: it's my boo's voice knockin', sayin', "Let me in, my sis, my love, my dove, my pure one: my head's all dewy, and my hair's drippin' from the night."

3I ditched my coat; how am I supposed to put it back on? I washed my feet; why mess them up now?

4My boo reached in through the door, and I felt all the feels for him.

5I got up to open for my boo; my hands were drippin' with myrrh, and my fingers were all sweet-smelling on the lock.

6I opened for my boo; but he dipped out on me, and I was shook: my soul was like, "No way!" when he spoke: I searched for him, but couldn't find him; I called, but he ghosted me.

7The watchmen patrolling the city found me, they hit me, they hurt me; the wall keepers snatched my veil away.

8I’m tellin’ you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my boo, tell him I’m love-sick.

9What makes your boo better than mine, O you prettiest among girls? Why you gotta ask us like this?

10My boo's got that white and ruddy vibe, the GOAT among ten thousand.

11His head's like fine gold, his hair's all bushy and black like a raven.

12His eyes are like doves chillin’ by the water, washed with milk, and perfectly set.

13His cheeks are like a spice bed, all sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, droppin’ that sweet myrrh.

14His hands are like gold rings with beryl: his belly’s shining like ivory layered with sapphires.

15His legs are like marble pillars, set on fine gold bases: his vibe is like Lebanon, top tier like the cedars.

16His mouth is so sweet: for real, he’s just lovely. This is my boo, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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