5 I was ready to let him come in.My hands were covered with myrrh,my fingers with liquid myrrh,as I grasped the handle of the door.
6 I opened the door for my lover,but he had already gone.How I wanted to hear his voice!I looked for him, but couldn't find him;I called to him, but heard no answer.
7 The watchmen patrolling the city found me;they struck me and bruised me;the guards at the city wall tore off my cape.
8 Promise me, women of Jerusalem,that if you find my lover,you will tell him I am weak from passion.
9 Most beautiful of women,is your lover different from everyone else?What is there so wonderful about himthat we should give you our promise?
10 My lover is handsome and strong;he is one in 10,000.
11 His face is bronzed and smooth;his hair is wavy,black as a raven.