3 But I responded,“I have taken off my robe.Should I get dressed again?I have washed my feet.Should I get them soiled?”
4 My lover tried to unlatch the door,and my heart thrilled within me.
5 I jumped up to open the door for my love,and my hands dripped with perfume.My fingers dripped with lovely myrrhas I pulled back the bolt.
6 I opened to my lover,but he was gone!My heart sank.I searched for himbut could not find him anywhere.I called to him,but there was no reply.
7 The night watchmen found meas they made their rounds.They beat and bruised meand stripped off my veil,those watchmen on the walls.
8 Make this promise, O women of Jerusalem—If you find my lover,tell him I am weak with love.
9 Why is your lover better than all others,O woman of rare beauty?What makes your lover so specialthat we must promise this?