5. I arose to open to my beloved,and my hands dripped with myrrh,my fingers with liquid myrrh,on the handles of the bolt.
6. I opened to my beloved,but my beloved had turned and gone.My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he gave no answer.
7. The watchmen found meas they went about in the city;they beat me, they bruised me,they took away my veil,those watchmen of the walls.
8. I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,if you find my beloved,that you tell him I am sick with love.