2 I sleep but my heart waketh 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 and my locks with the drops of the night
3 I have put off my coat how shall I put it on I have washed my feet how shall I defile them
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door and my bowels were moved for him
5 I rose up to open to my beloved and my hands dropped with myrrh and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh upon the handles of the lock
6 I opened to my beloved but my beloved had withdrawn himself and was gone my soul failed when he spake I sought him but I could not find him I called him but he gave me no answer
7 The watchmen that went about the city found me they smote me they wounded me the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me
8 I charge you O daughters of Jerusalem if ye find my beloved that ye tell him that I am sick of love
9 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 charge us
10 My beloved is white and ruddy the chiefest among ten thousand
11 His head is as the most fine gold his locks are bushy and black as a raven
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters washed with milk and fitly set __
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices as sweet flowers his lips like lilies dropping sweet smelling myrrh
14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires
15 His legs are as pillars of marble set upon sockets of fine gold his countenance is as Lebanon excellent as the cedars
16 His mouth is most sweet yea he is altogether lovely This is my beloved and this is my friend O daughters of Jerusalem
