5. I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
6. I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.
7. The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
8. I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.
9. How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?
10. My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.
11. His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
12. His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
13. His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.