Song of Songs 5:2-8

2I was sleeping, but my heart was awake. A sound! My love was knocking! Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one. For my head is drenched with dew, my hair with droplets of the night.

3I have taken off my clothing. How can I put it back on? I have washed my feet. How can I get them dirty?

4My love thrust his hand through the opening, and my feelings were stirred for him.

5I rose to open for my love. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.

6I opened to my love, but my love had turned and gone away. My heart sank because he had left. I sought him, but did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer.

7The guards who go about the city found me. They beat and wounded me; they took my cloak from me — the guardians of the walls.

8Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you, if you find my love, tell him that I am lovesick.