3. I have taken off my robe –must I put it on again?I have washed my feet –must I soil them again?
4. My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening;my heart began to pound for him.
5. I arose to open for my beloved,and my hands dripped with myrrh,my fingers with flowing myrrh,on the handles of the bolt.
6. I opened for my beloved,but my beloved had left; he was gone.My heart sank at his departure.I looked for him but did not find him.I called him but he did not answer.
7. The watchmen found meas they made their rounds in the city.They beat me, they bruised me;they took away my cloak,those watchmen of the walls!