5I arose to open for my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.
6I opened for my beloved, but my beloved had left; he was gone. My heart sank at his departure. Or heart had gone out to him when he spoke I looked for him but did not find him. I called him but he did not answer.
7The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. They beat me, they bruised me; they took away my cloak, those watchmen of the walls!
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