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