Cânticos 5

1 I am come into my garden, my sister,

2 I was asleep, but my heart waked:

3 I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on?

4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole

5 I rose up to open to my beloved;

6 I opened to my beloved;

7 The watchmen that go about the city found me,

8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

9 What is thy beloved more than

10 My beloved is white and ruddy,

11 His head is

12 His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks,

13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices,

14 His hands are

15 His legs are

16 His mouth is most sweet;