Daughters of Jerusalem, while asleep I dreamed.
My heart woke to hear my love, nearer than he seemed.
“Open to me now,” he begged. I am wet with dew;
through this night, O my delight, I’ve been wanting you.”
I’d undressed and washed my feet, I should not arise.
He expressed his own deep need, bid my compromise.
My de-si-re won the fight, and I soon lay hold
of the slipp’ry liquid myrrh, on that sturdy bolt.
Swiftly as he came, he left, and could not be found.
Neither had the guards I asked, seen him on their rounds.
They abused this barefoot girl. I was treated rough.
If you find him, sisters, say, “I am faint with love.”
Source: Song of Solomon 5:2-8
Text: David Alexander, 2021 CC BY-SA
Tune: Glorification: Public Domain
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