2  I sleep, but my heart waketh:

It is the voice of my beloved that iknocketh, ksaying,

Open to me, bmy sister, lmy love, mmy dove, nmy undefiled:

For my head is filled with dew,

And my olocks with the pdrops of the night.

3  qI have put off my coat; qqhow shall I put it on?

I have rwashed my feet; how shall I defile them?

4  My beloved put in his hand by sthe hole of the door,

And tmy bowels were moved ||for him.

5  I rose up to open to my beloved;

And my hands dropped with myrrh,

And my fingers with †sweet smelling myrrh,

Upon the handles of the lock.

6  I opened to my beloved;

But my beloved had uwithdrawn himself, and was gone:

My soul failed wwhen he spake:

xI sought him, but I could not find him;

yI called him, but he gave me no answer.

7  zThe watchmen that went about the city found me,

They asmote me, they wounded me;

The keepers of the walls took away my bveil from me.

8  cI charge you, dO daughters of Jerusalem,

If ye find my beloved, †that ye tell him,

That eI am sick of love.