I slept, but my heart was awake. A sound! My beloved is 7knocking. "Open to me, my 8sister, my 9love, my 10dove, my 11perfect one, for my head is wet with dew, my 12locks with the drops of the night."
313I had put off my garment; how could I put it on? I had 14bathed my feet; how could I soil them?
My beloved put his hand to the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me.
I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with 15liquid myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My soul failed me when he 16spoke. 17I sought him, but found him not; 18I called him, but he gave no answer.
719The watchmen found me as they went about in the city; they beat me, they bruised me, they took away my veil, those watchmen of the walls.
I 20adjure you, O 21daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him 22I am sick with love.
What is your beloved more than another beloved, O 23most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus 24adjure us?