Song of Songs 5:2-8

2I sleep, but my heart is awake. A voice! My lover is knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, my locks with dewdrops of night.”

3I have stripped off my coat. How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet. How can I soil them?

4My lover extended his hand through the opening —my heart yearned for him.

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

6I opened to my lover— but my lover had departed, he was gone! My soul went out to him when he spoke. I searched for him, but did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer me.

7The guards making rounds in the city found me. They beat me, bruised me. The guards on the walls took my veil from me.

8Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you, if you should find my lover, what will you tell him? That I am sick from love!