Song of Solomon 5:5-7

International Standard Version

⁵ I got up to open the door,^[a]
    and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh,
    on the handle of the lock.
⁶ I opened the door^[b] for my beloved,
    but my beloved had turned away; he was gone!
My very life went out when he departed.^[c]
    I searched for him,
        but couldn’t find him.
    I called out to him,
        but he didn’t answer.
⁷ The watchmen making their^[d] rounds
    through the city found me.
They beat me, they bruised me.
    Those guarding the walls took my cloak^[e] from me.