Song of Solomon 5:6 YLT

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.

⁸  I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved -- What do ye tell him? that I 'am' sick with love!