Song of Songs 5:2-8

2I was asleep, but my heart waked: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.

3I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

4My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved 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 bolt.

6I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

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

8I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.