3. I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
4. My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.
5. I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
6. I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew--he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not.
7. The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.