I opened to my beloved,
but  my beloved laid turned and was gone.
My soul failed me when he spoke
I sought him , but did not find him.
I called him, but he gave to answer.
Making their rounds in the  city.
the sentinels found me ;
they beat me ,they wounded me.
they took away my mantle
those sentinels of the walls.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
if you find my beloved, tell him this,
I am faint with love.