Song of Songs 5:5-6

⁵I rose, for to open to my darling; mine hands dropped myrrh, and my fingers were full of myrrh most proved.

⁶I opened the wicket of my door to my darling; and he had bowed away, and had passed forth. My soul was melted, as the darling spake; I sought, and I found not him; I called, and he answered not to me.