^{2 Ref} I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My hair with the dampness of the night.

^{3 Ref} I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?

^{4 Ref} My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

^{5 Ref} I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

^{6 Ref} I opened to my beloved; But my beloved left; gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn't find him. I called him, but he didn't answer.

^{7 Ref} The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

^{8 Ref} I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, That you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends