3. "But I've taken my robe off. Must I put it on again? I've washed my feet. Must I get them dirty again?
4. My love put his hand through the opening. My heart began to pound for him.
5. I got up to open the door for my love. My hands dripped with myrrh. It flowed from my fingers onto the handles of the lock.
6. I opened the door for my love. But he had left. He was gone. My heart sank because he had left. I looked for him but didn't find him. I called out to him, but he didn't answer.
7. Those on guard duty found me as they were walking around in the city. They beat me. They hurt me. Those on guard duty at the walls took my coat away from me.