Song of Songs 5:5-7

Tree of Life Version

⁵ I rose to open for my lover.
My hands dripped with myrrh,
    yes, my fingers with flowing myrrh,
    on the handles of the lock.
⁶ I opened to my lover—
    but my lover had departed,
    he was gone!
My soul went out to him when he spoke.
    I searched for him, but did not find him.
I called him, but he did not answer me.
⁷ The guards making rounds in the city found me.
They beat me, bruised me.
The guards on the walls took my veil from me.