I will rise up from my bed
dressed with myhrrs and aloes
I will seek my lover’s head
In the middle of the night
I will seek you in the streets
I will cry out for my lover
I will sing my song of longing
“Has anyone seen my brother?”
I will sleep lightly on my bed
waiting for the daylight’s warning
I will be ready for you when you come
For your mercies—find me—every—morning