3 “I have taken off my robe. I don’t want to put it on again. I have washed my feet. I don’t want to get them dirty again.”
4 But my lover put his hand through the opening, and I felt sorry for him.
5 I got up to open for my lover, myrrh dripping from my hands, myrrh scented lotion dripped from my fingers onto the handles of the lock.
6 I opened for my lover, but my lover had turned away and was gone! I nearly died when he came and went. I looked for him, but I couldn’t find him. I called for him, but he didn’t answer me.
7 The guards patrolling the city found me. They hit me. They hurt me. The guards on the wall took my robe from me.
8 I tell you, women of Jerusalem, if you find my lover, tell him I am weak with love.
9 Beautiful woman, how is your lover different from other lovers? Is your lover better than other lovers? Is that why you ask us to make this promise?