7. I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh.
8. I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me.
9. The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me.
10. I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through love.
11. Chorus to Bride: What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, so that you would bind us by oath?