The Bride Searches for Her Beloved

2 I slept, but my heart was awake. A sound! My beloved is 1knocking. "Open to me, my 2sister, my 3love, my 4dove, my 5perfect one, for my head is wet with dew, my 6locks with the drops of the night."
3 7I had put off my garment; how could I put it on? I had 8bathed my feet; how could I soil them?
4 My beloved put his hand to the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me.
5 I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with 9liquid myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.
6 I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My soul failed me when he 10spoke. 11I sought him, but found him not; 12I called him, but he gave no answer.
7 13The watchmen found me as they went about in the city; they beat me, they bruised me, they took away my veil, those watchmen of the walls.
8 I 14adjure you, O 15daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him 16I am sick with love.
9 What is your beloved more than another beloved, O 17most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus 18adjure us?

Almeida Atualizada (Portuguese) AA

Cantares de Salomâo 5:2 Eu dormia, mas o meu coração velava. Eis a voz do meu amado! Está batendo: Abre-me, minha irmã, amada minha, pomba minha, minha imaculada; porque a minha cabeça está cheia de orvalho, os meus cabelos das gotas da noite.

King James Version KJV

Song of Solomon 5:2 I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

New King James Version NKJV

Song of Solomon 5:2 The Shulamite I sleep, but my heart is awake; 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."

Nova Versão Internacional NVIP

Cantares de Salomâo 5:2 Eu estava quase dormindo,mas o meu coração estava acordado.Escutem! O meu amado está batendo.Abra-me a porta, minha irmã,minha querida, minha pomba,minha mulher ideal,pois a minha cabeçaestá encharcada de orvalho;o meu cabelo, da umidade da noite.