3. I have taken off my robe;How can I put it on again?I have washed my feet;How can I defile them?
4. My beloved put his handBy the latch of the door,And my heart yearned for him.
5. I arose to open for my beloved,And my hands dripped with myrrh,My fingers with liquid myrrh,On the handles of the lock.
6. I opened for my beloved,But my beloved had turned away and was gone.My heart leaped up when he spoke.I sought him, but I could not find him;I called him, but he gave me no answer.