And my heart was disquieted within me.
5 I immediately arose to open to my beloved,
And my hands dropped with myrrh, [[166]]
And my fingers with liquid myrrh,
Upon the handles of the bolt.
6 I opened to my beloved,
But my beloved had withdrawn, was gone!
My soul departed when he spoke of it!
I sought him, and found him not;
I called him, and he answered me not.