Song of Songs 5:2-8

Modern English Version

² I slept, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My beloved is knocking. “Open to me, my sister, and 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 taken off my garment;
    how could I put it on again?
I had bathed my feet;
    how could I soil them?
⁴ My beloved put his hand by the latch,
    and my heart yearned for him.
⁵ I rose up to open to my beloved,
    and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh
    on the handles of the bolt.
⁶ I opened to my beloved,
    but my beloved had turned and was 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 the city;
they struck me, they wounded me;
    they took away my mantle,
    those watchmen of the walls.
⁸ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    if you find my beloved,
    that you tell him I am faint with love.