Song of Solomon 5:2-8

New Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition

² I slept, but my heart was awake.
Listen! 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 again?
I had bathed my feet;
    how could I soil them?
⁴ My beloved thrust his hand into the opening,
    and my inmost being yearned for him.
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 was gone.
My soul failed me when he spoke.
I sought him, but did not find him;
    I called him, but he gave no answer.
⁷ Making their rounds in the city
    the sentinels found me;
they beat me, they wounded me,
    they took away my mantle,
    those sentinels of the walls.
⁸ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    if you find my beloved,
tell him this:
    I am faint with love.