I have taken off my clothing. How can I put it back on? I have washed my feet. How can I get them dirty?
My love thrust his hand through the opening, and my feelings were stirred for him.
I rose to open for my love. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my love, but my love had turned and gone away. I was crusheda that he had left.b I sought him, but did not find him.c I called him, but he did not answer.
The guards who go about the city found me.d They beat and wounded me; they took my cloake from me- the guardians of the walls.f8
Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you:g if you find my love, tell him that I am lovesick.h