5  Sustain me with raisins;

refresh me with apples,

for ^xI am sick with love.

2  I slept, but my heart was awake.

A sound! ^sMy beloved is knocking.

“Open to me, my sister, ^tmy love,

^umy dove, my perfect one,

for my head is wet with dew,

my locks with the drops of the night.”

3  I had put off my garment;

how could I put it on?

I had bathed my feet;

how could I soil them?

4  My beloved put his hand to the latch,

and my heart was thrilled within me.

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.

6  I opened to my beloved,

but my beloved had turned and gone.

My soul failed me when he spoke.

I ^vsought him, but found him not;

I called him, but he gave no answer.

7  ^wThe 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.

8  I adjure you, O ^xdaughters of Jerusalem,

if you find my beloved,

that you tell him

^yI am sick with love.