2 “1I was asleep but my heart was awake.
A voice! My beloved was knocking:
‘Open to me, amy sister, my darling,
bMy dove, my perfect one!
For my head is 2drenched with dew,
3 “I have ataken off my dress,
How can I put it on again?
I have bwashed my feet,
How can I dirty them again?
And my hands adripped with myrrh,
And my fingers with 1liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the bolt.
But my beloved had aturned away and had gone!
I csearched for him but I did not find him;
I dcalled him but he did not answer me.
7 “The awatchmen who make the rounds in the city found me,
They struck me and wounded me;
The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me.
8 “I aadjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
If you find my beloved,
As to what you will tell him:
For bI am lovesick.”