2 I slept, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My beloved is mknocking.
for my head is wet with dew,
my rlocks with the drops of the night.”
3 sI had put off my garment;
how could I put it on?
I had tbathed my feet;
how could I soil them?
and my heart was thrilled within me.
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with uliquid myrrh,
on the handles of the bolt.