Song of Songs 5:2-8

2I was asleep, but my mind was dreaming. Listen! My lover is knocking at the door! “Open for me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one! My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”

3“I have already taken off my robe – must I put it on again? I have already washed my feet – must I soil them again?”

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

5I arose to open for my beloved; my hands dripped with myrrh – my fingers flowed with myrrh on the handles of the lock.

6I opened for my beloved, but my lover had already turned and gone away. I fell into despair when he departed. I looked for him but did not find him; I called him but he did not answer me.

7The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. They beat me, they bruised me; they took away my cloak, those watchmen on the walls!

8O maidens of Jerusalem, I command you – If you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him that I am lovesick!