Song of Songs 5:2-8

2I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.

3— I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? —

4My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door]; And my bowels yearned for him.

5I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.

6I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

7The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

8I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ...What will ye tell him? — That I am sick of love.