I'm walking through Your garden, where are you my Bridegroom?
I've been waiting for you to say: Rise up my love, my fair one and come away!
My heart yearns for Him and I've filled my lamp with oil
I just want to hear Your voice, the voice of my Beloved Warrior
Behold He comes daughters of Zion
Leaping upon the mountains of Jerusalem
The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines tender grapes
And I'm waiting for You to say: Rise up my love, my fair one and come away!
I will rise up now, and go about the city
I will seek the One I love
Who is coming out of the wilderness?
Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense
Horsemen follow my Bridegroom's white horse
All His warriors hold their swords, behold He is coming
Horsemen and my Bridegroom's white horse
All His warriors hold their swords, behold He comes
Lover of my Soul, how I love You
Lover of my Soul, how I long for You
To see the brightness of Your face
And embraced by Your grace
You will take me by my hand
We'll dance