Song of Solomon 5:7 CPDV

⁵  Bride: I have taken off my tunic; how shall I be clothed in it? I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them?

⁶  My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch.

⁷  I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh.

⁸  I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me.

⁹  The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me.