Song of Songs 5:6-8

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.

⁷The keepers that compassed the city found me; they smote me, and wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle.

⁸Ye daughters of Jerusalem, I beseech you by an holy thing, if ye have found my darling, that ye tell to him, that I am sick for love.