Song of Solomon 5:4-8

⁴My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, And my belly was moved for him.

⁵I rose up to open to my kinsman; My hands dropped myrrh, My fingers choice myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

⁶I opened to my kinsman; My kinsman was gone: My soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.

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

⁸I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the powers and the virtues of the field: If ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him? That I am wounded with love.