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[5:2] I slept, but my heart was awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking. “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one, for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.”
[5:3] I had put off my garment; how could I put it on? I had bathed my feet; how could I soil them?
[5:4] My beloved put his hand to the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me.
[5:5] I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.
[5:6] I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he gave no answer.
[5:7] The watchmen found me as they went about in the city; they beat me, they bruised me, they took away my veil, those watchmen of the walls.
[5:8] I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love.
Others
[5:9] What is your beloved more than another beloved, O most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us?