Song of Solomon 5:1-8

Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition

² I slept, but my heart was awake.
Hark! my beloved is knocking.
“Open to me, my sister, my love,
    my dove, my perfect one;
for my head is wet with dew,
    my locks with the drops of the night.”
³ I had put off my garment,
    how could I put it on?
I had bathed my feet,
    how could I soil them?
⁴ My beloved put his hand to the latch,
    and my heart was thrilled within me.
⁵ I arose to open to my beloved,
    and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh,
    upon the handles of the bolt.
⁶ I opened to my beloved,
    but my beloved had turned and gone.
My soul failed me when he spoke.
I sought him, but found him not;
    I called him, but he gave no answer.
⁷ The watchmen found me,
    as they went about in the city;
they beat me, they wounded me,
    they took away my mantle,
    those watchmen of the walls.
⁸ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    if you find my beloved,
that you tell him
    I am sick with love.