Song of Solomon 5:4-7

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 flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bar.

⁶I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had turned away, and was gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but I 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 my mantle from me.