I arose to open for my beloved,and my hands dripped with myrrh,my fingers with flowing myrrh,on the handles of the bolt. 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. Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you— if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love.