The Beloved's Hesitation and Regret

Song of Solomon 5:2-8

I sleepe, but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my welbeloued that knocketh, saying, Open vnto mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for mine head is full of dewe, and my lockes with the droppes of the night.

I haue put off my coate, howe shall I put it on? I haue washed my feete, howe shall I defile them?

My welbeloued put in his hand by the hole of the doore, and mine heart was affectioned toward him.

I rose vp to open to my welbeloued, and mine hands did drop downe myrrhe, and my fingers pure myrrhe vpon the handels of the barre.

I opened to my welbeloued: but my welbeloued was gone, and past: mine heart was gone when hee did speake: I sought him, but I coulde not finde him: I called him, but hee answered mee not.

The watchmen that went about the citie, founde me: they smote me and wounded me: the watchmen of the walles tooke away my vaile from me.

I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke of loue.

The Beloved's Hesitation and Regret

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