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?
10 My lover is dark and dazzling,better than ten thousand others!
11 His head is finest gold,his wavy hair is black as a raven.