2I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
3I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
4My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him.
5I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
6I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.
7The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Song of Songs 5
Song of Songs 5:2-7