4. My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.
5. I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
6. I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.