Song of Solomon 5:6

⁴  My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

⁵  I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

⁶  I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.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 went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸  I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.