Song of Solomon 5:5 YLT

³  I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?

⁴  My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.

⁵  I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

⁶  I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew -- he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not.

⁷  The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.