Song of Solomon 5:3-7

³“I have taken off my vest said I; How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; How shall I soil them?”

⁴My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my heart was moved for him.

⁵I rose up to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with self-flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.

⁶I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. I was not in my senses while he spake with me! I sought him, but could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

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