2
I sleep, but my heart is awake;
It is the voice of my beloved!
j He knocks, saying,
"Open for me, my sister, 1 my love,
My dove, my perfect one;
For my head is covered with dew,
My 2 locks with the drops of the night."
3
I have taken off my robe;
How can I put it on again?
I have washed my feet;
How can I 3 defile them?
4
My beloved put his hand
By the 4 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 5 heart leaped up when he spoke.
k I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7
l The watchmen who went about the city found me.
They struck me, they wounded me;
The keepers of the walls
Took 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 beloved
More than another beloved,
m O fairest among women?
What is your beloved
More than another beloved,
That you so 6 charge us?