4 My beloved put his handBy the latch of the door,And my heart yearned for him.
5 I arose to open for my beloved,And my hands dripped with myrrh,My fingers with liquid myrrh,On the handles of the lock.
6 I opened for my beloved,But my beloved had turned away and was gone.My heart leaped up when he spoke.I sought him, but I could not find him;I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 The watchmen who went about the city found me.They struck me, they wounded me;The keepers of the wallsTook my veil away from me.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,If you find my beloved,That you tell him I am lovesick!
9 What is your belovedMore than another beloved,O fairest among women?What is your belovedMore than another beloved,That you so charge us?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy,Chief among ten thousand.