² W I sleep, but my heart is awake.
A sound! My love is knocking!^(A)

M Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my perfect one.
For my head is drenched with dew,
my hair with droplets of the night.

³ W I have taken off my clothing.^(B)
How can I put it back on?
I have washed my feet.
How can I get them dirty?
⁴ My love thrust his hand through the opening,
and my feelings were stirred for him.
⁵ I rose to open for my love.
My hands dripped with myrrh,^(C)
my fingers with flowing myrrh
on the handles of the bolt.
⁶ I opened to my love,
but my love had turned and gone away.
I was crushed^[a] that he had left.^[b]
I sought him, but did not find him.^(D)
I called him, but he did not answer.
⁷ The guards who go about the city found me.^(E)
They beat and wounded me;
they took my cloak^[c] from me—
the guardians of the walls.^(F)