2 I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying,Open to me, my sister, my love,my dove, my undefiled:for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
3 I have put off my coat;how shall I put it on?I have washed my feet;how shall I defile them?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,and my bowels were moved for him.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved;and my hands dropped with myrrh,and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh,upon the handles of the lock.
6 I opened to my beloved;but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone:my soul failed when he spake:I sought him, but I could not find him;I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 The watchmen that went about the city found me,they smote me, they wounded me;the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him,that I am sick of love.