I sleep, but my heart awaketh; it is the voice of my beloved, saying,
"open to me, my love, my undefiled, for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night".
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.
I rose up to open to my beloved, for my beloved is mine, and I am my beloved's.