3 I have taken off my clothes! Why should I put them on ⌊again⌋?I have washed my feet! Why should I get them dirty ⌊again⌋?
4 My beloved put his hand through the keyhole.My heart throbbed for him.
5 I got up to open for my beloved.My hands dripped with myrrh,and my fingers were drenched with liquid myrrh,on the handles of the lock.
6 I opened for my beloved,but my beloved had turned away. He was gone!I almost died when he left.I looked for him, but I did not find him.I called for him, but he did not answer me.
7 The watchmen making their rounds in the city found me.They struck me!They wounded me!Those watchmen on the walls took my robe from me!
8 Young women of Jerusalem, swear to methat if you find my belovedyou will tell him I am hopelessly lovesick.
9 Most beautiful of women,what makes your beloved better than any other beloved?What makes your beloved better than any other belovedthat you make us swear this way?