3 I have stripped off my coat. How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet. How can I soil them?
4 My lover extended his hand through the opening —my heart yearned for him.
5 I rose to open for my lover. My hands dripped with myrrh, yes, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
6 I opened to my lover— but my lover had departed, he was gone! My soul went out to him when he spoke. I searched for him, but did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer me.
7 The guards making rounds in the city found me. They beat me, bruised me. The guards on the walls took my veil from me.
8 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you, if you should find my lover, what will you tell him? That I am sick from love!
9 How is your lover different from other lovers, O most beautiful among women? How is your lover different from other lovers that you charge us so?