2I sleep, yet my heart is awake.
The voice of my beloved knocks: Open to me, my sister, my companion, my dove, my perfect one, for my head is filled with dew and my locks with the drops of the night.3I have taken off my tunic; how shall I put it on?
I have washed my feet; how shall I soil them?4My beloved sent his hand from the hole, and my inward parts were stirred over him.5I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped myrrh, my fingers myrrh, passing over the handles of the bolt.6I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone.
My soul went out at his word.
I sought him, but I did not find him;
I called him, but he did not answer.7The watchmen found me as they went about the city; they struck me and wounded me;
the keepers of the walls took away my veil.8I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem: if you find my beloved, what will you tell him?
That I am sick with love.