Song of Songs 5:5-7

Modern English Version

⁵ I rose up 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 was 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 me
    as they went about the city;
they struck me, they wounded me;
    they took away my mantle,
    those watchmen of the walls.