Song of Songs 5:2-8 I was asleep, but my heart awoke. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled. For my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.

ACV⁽ⁱ⁾ ² I was asleep, but my heart awoke. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled. For my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night. ³ I have put off my garment, 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 heart was moved for him. ⁵ I rose up to open to my beloved, and my hands drops with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt. ⁶ I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him. I called him, but he gave me no answer. ⁷ The watchmen who go about the city found me. They smote me, they wounded me. The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me. ⁸ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him that I am sick from love.