² “^[a]I was asleep, but my heart was awake.
A voice! My beloved was knocking:
‘Open to me, ^(A)my sister, my darling,
^(B)My dove, my perfect one!
For my head is full of dew,
My ^(C)locks with the ^[b]damp of the night.’
³ I have ^(D)taken off my long-sleeved garment,
How can I put it on again?
I have ^(E)washed my feet,
How can I dirty them again?
⁴ My beloved sent forth his hand through the opening,
And my ^[c](F)feelings moaned for him.
⁵ I arose to open to my beloved;
And my hands ^(G)dripped with myrrh,
And my fingers with ^[d]liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the lock.
⁶ I opened to my beloved,
But my beloved had ^(H)turned away and passed by!
My soul went out to him as he ^(I)spoke.
I ^(J)searched for him, but I did not find him;
I ^(K)called him, but he did not answer me.
⁷ The ^(L)watchmen who go about in the city found me,
They struck me and wounded me;
The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me.