2 I slept but my heart was awake.
Listen! My beloved is knocking:
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night.”
must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet—
must I soil them again?
my heart began to pound for him.
and my hands dripped with myrrh,o
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
on the handles of the bolt.
6 I opened for my beloved,p
but my beloved had left; he was gone.q
My heart sank at his departure.a
I lookedr for him but did not find him.
I called him but he did not answer.
as they made their rounds in the city.s
They beat me, they bruised me;
they took away my cloak,
those watchmen of the walls!
8 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge yout—
if you find my beloved,u
what will you tell him?
Tell him I am faint with love.v