Song of Songs 5:2-6

2 I sleep, but my mind is alert.   Behold, it is the voice of my beloved.  He knocks, saying open for me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is covered with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.  3. I have taken off my robe, Why shall I put it on again?  I have washed my feet, why shall I soil them?  4 My love thrust His hand through the latch-opening; and my heart yearned within me for him.  5 I arise to open for my beloved, and my hands dripped myrrh, on the handles of the lock.  6. I opened for my beloved, but my beloved had turned away, and left.  My heart had gone out to him when he spoke.  I looked for him, but did not find him.  I called him, but he did not answer me.