5:2 I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
5:3 -- I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? --
5:5 I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.
5:6 I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
5:7 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.
5:9 What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so charge us?
5:10 My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.
5:11 His head is [as] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;