Song of Solomon 5:5-7

American Standard Version

⁵ I rose up to open to my beloved;
And my hands dropped with myrrh,
And my fingers with liquid myrrh,
Upon the handles of the bolt.
⁶ I opened to my beloved;
But my beloved had ^[a]withdrawn himself, and was gone.
My soul ^[b]had failed me when he spake:
I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
⁷ The watchmen that go about the city found me,
They smote me, they wounded me;
The keepers of the walls took away my ^[c]mantle from me.