Song of Songs 5:2 - 5:7

“I was asleep, but my heart was awake.

A voice! My beloved was knocking:

‘Open to me, my sister, my darling,

My dove, my perfect one!

For my head is full of dew,

My locks with the damp of the night.’

I have taken off my long‑sleeved garment,

How can I put it on again?

I have washed my feet,

How can I dirty them again?

My beloved sent forth his hand through the opening,

And my feelings moaned for him.

I arose to open to my beloved;

And my hands dripped with myrrh,

And my fingers with liquid myrrh,

On the handles of the lock.

I opened to my beloved,

But my beloved had turned away and passed by!

My soul went out to him as he spoke.

I searched for him, but I did not find him;

I called him, but he did not answer me.

The watchmen who go about in the city found me,

They struck me and wounded me;

The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me.