3. I had taken off my garment;how could I put it on again?I had bathed my feet;how could I soil them?
4. My beloved put his hand by the latch,and my heart yearned for him.
5. I rose up to open to my beloved,and my hands dripped with myrrh,my fingers with liquid myrrhon the handles of the bolt.
6. I opened to my beloved,but my beloved had turned and was gone.My soul failed me when he spoke.I sought him, but found him not;I called him, but he gave no answer.
7. The watchmen found meas they went about the city;they struck me, they wounded me;they took away my mantle,those watchmen of the walls.