4. My love thrust his hand through the opening,and my feelings were stirred for him.
5. I rose to open for my love.My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrhon the handles of the bolt.
6. I opened to my love,but my love had turned and gone away.I was crushed that he had left. I sought him, but did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer.
7. The guards who go about the city found me. They beat and wounded me;they took my cloak from me —the guardians of the walls.