Song of Solomon 5:2–7

The Maiden’s Dream: Seeking and Not Finding

2 I was asleep butb my heart was awake.

A sound! My beloved knocking!c

“Open to me, my sister, my beloved,

my dove, my perfect one!

For my head is full of dew,

⌊my hair drenched from the moist night air⌋.”d

3 I have taken off my tunic, ⌊must I put it on⌋?e

I have bathed my feet, ⌊must I soil them⌋?f

4 My beloved thrust his hand into the opening,

and my inmost yearned for him.

5 I myself arose to open to my beloved;

my hands dripped with myrrh,

my fingers with liquid myrrh

upon the handles of the bolt.

6 I opened myself to my beloved,

but my beloved had turned and gone;g

my heart sankh when he turned away.i

I sought him, but I did not find him;

I called him, but he did not answer me.

7 The sentinels making rounds in the city found me;

they beat me, they wounded me;

they took my cloakj away from me—

⌊those sentinels on the walls⌋!k