The Song of Solomon 5:3-8

³I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?

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.