Song of Solomon 5:4-6

My beloved put in his hand by the hole {of the door}, and my bowels were moved for him. {for him: or, (as some read) in me} I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped {with} myrrh, and my fingers {with} sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. {sweet...: Heb. passing, or, running about} I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, {and} was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.