3 I have taken off my robe,am I then to put it on?I have bathed my feet,am I then to soil them?
4 My lover put his hand in through the opening:my innermost being trembled because of him.
5 I rose to open for my lover,my hands dripping myrrh:My fingers, flowing myrrhupon the handles of the lock.
6 I opened for my lover—but my lover had turned and gone!At his leaving, my soul sank.I sought him, but I did not find him;I called out after him, but he did not answer me.
7 The watchmen found me,as they made their rounds in the city;They beat me, they wounded me,they tore off my mantle,the watchmen of the walls.
8 I adjure you, Daughters of Jerusalem,if you find my loverWhat shall you tell him?that I am sick with love.
9 D How does your lover differ from any other lover,most beautiful among women?How does your lover differ from any other,that you adjure us so?