Song of Solomon 5:4-8

⁴My friend stretched forth his hand through the opening, and my inmost parts were moved for him.

⁵I rose up myself to open for my friend; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with fluid myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

⁶I indeed opened for my beloved; but my beloved had vanished, and was gone: my soul had failed me while he was speaking; I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he answered me not.

⁷Then found me the watchmen that walked about the city; they smote me, they wounded me: they took away my vail from me, they that watched the walls.

⁸I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? that I am sick of love.—