Song of Songs 5:4-7

⁴My love thrust his hand into the opening. Deep inside I longed for him.

⁵I got up to let my love in. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, as I grabbed the handles of the bolt.

⁶I opened up to my love, but he had left—he was gone! I was crushed as a result. I looked for him but I couldn't find him. I called him but he didn't answer.

⁷The watchmen found me as they went through the city. They beat me, they hurt me, and stole my cloak, those watchmen of the walls.