² “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 ^[a]drenched with dew,
My ^(C)locks with the dew drops of the night.’
³ I have ^(D)taken off my dress,
How can I put it on again?
I have ^(E)washed my feet,
How can I dirty them again?
⁴ My beloved extended his hand through the opening,
And my ^(F)feelings were stirred for him.
⁵ I arose to open to my beloved;
And my hands ^(G)dripped with myrrh,
And my fingers with drops of myrrh,
On the handles of the bolt.
⁶ I opened to my beloved,
But my beloved had ^(H)turned away and had gone!
My ^[b]heart 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 make the rounds in the city found me,
They struck me and wounded me;
The guards of the walls took my shawl away from me.