^{2 Ref} I was asleep, but my heart waked: 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, My locks with the drops of the night.

^{3 Ref} I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

^{4 Ref} My beloved put in his hand by the hole `of the door', And my heart was moved for him.

^{5 Ref} I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands droppeth with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.

^{6 Ref} I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, `and' was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

^{7 Ref} The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

^{8 Ref} I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.

^{9 Ref} What is thy beloved more than `another' beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than `another' beloved, That thou dost so adjure us?