2, I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
3, I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4, My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
5, I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
6, I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7, The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8, I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love. |
