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.
10 I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through love.
11 Chorus to Bride: What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, so that you would bind us by oath?
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