Song of Solomon 5:1-7

¹I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, beloved ones!

²I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.

³— I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? —

⁴My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door; And my bowels yearned for him.

⁵I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.

⁶I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

⁷The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.