2 I slept, but my heart was awake,
when I heard my lover knocking and calling:
“Open to me, my treasure, my darling,
my dove, my perfect one.
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night.”
“I have taken off my robe.
Should I get dressed again?
I have washed my feet.
Should I get them soiled?”
and my heart thrilled within me.
and my hands dripped with perfume.
My fingers dripped with lovely myrrh
as I pulled back the bolt.
but he was gone!
My heart sank.
I searched for him
but could not find him anywhere.
I called to him,
but there was no reply.