Song of Solomon 5:4-7

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⁶I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke.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.