3 I have taken off my garmentand don’t want to put it on again.I have washed my feetand don’t want to get them dirty again.
4 My lover put his hand through the opening,and I felt excited inside.
5 I got up to open the door for my lover.Myrrh was dripping from my handsand flowing from my fingers,onto the handles of the lock.
6 I opened the door for my lover,but my lover had left and was gone.When he spoke, he took my breath away.I looked for him, but I could not find him;I called for him, but he did not answer.
7 The watchmen found meas they patrolled the city.They hit me and hurt me;the guards on the wall took away my veil.
8 Promise me, women of Jerusalem,if you find my lover,tell him I am weak with love.
9 How is your lover better than other lovers,most beautiful of women?How is your lover better than other lovers?Why do you want us to promise this?