SONG OF SONGS 5:5-8

⁵I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.

⁶I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: 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.

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