2I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.
3I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
4My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.
5I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.