“I was asleep but my heart was awake.
A voice! My beloved was knocking:”
SOLOMON TO TIRZAH:
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
My dove, my perfect one!
For my head is drenched with dew,
My locks with the damp of the night.”
TIRZAH TO SOLOMON:
“I have taken off my dress,
How can I put it on again?
I have washed my feet,
How can I dirty them again?”
TIRZAH TO THE CHORUS:
“My beloved extended his hand through the opening,
And my feelings were aroused for him.
I arose to open to my beloved;
And my hands dripped with myrrh,
And my fingers with liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the bolt.
TIRZAH TO THE CHORUS (CONTINUED):
I opened to my beloved,
But my beloved had turned away and had gone!
My heart went out to him as he spoke.
I searched for him but I did not find him;
I called him but he did not answer me.
The watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me,
They struck me and wounded me;
The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
If you find my beloved,
As to what you will tell him:
For I am lovesick.”
SONG OF SOLOMON 5:2-8