3 I have taken off my robe –must I put it on again?I have washed my feet –must I soil them again?
4 My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening;my heart began to pound for him.
5 I arose to open for my beloved,and my hands dripped with myrrh,my fingers with flowing myrrh,on the handles of the bolt.
6 I opened for my beloved,but my beloved had left; he was gone.My heart sank at his departure.I looked for him but did not find him.I called him but he did not answer.
7 The watchmen found meas they made their rounds in the city.They beat me, they bruised me;they took away my cloak,those watchmen of the walls!
8 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you –if you find my beloved,what will you tell him?Tell him I am faint with love.
9 How is your beloved better than others,most beautiful of women?How is your beloved better than others,that you so charge us?