3 I have taken off my clothing. How can I put it back on?I have washed my feet.How can I get them dirty?
4 My love thrust his hand through the opening,and my feelings were stirred for him.
5 I rose to open for my love.My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrhon the handles of the bolt.
6 I opened to my love,but my love had turned and gone away.I was crushed that he had left. I sought him, but did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer.
7 The guards who go about the city found me. They beat and wounded me;they took my cloak from me —the guardians of the walls.
8 Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you: if you find my love,tell him that I am lovesick.
9 What makes the one you love better than another,most beautiful of women? What makes him better than another,that you would give us this charge?