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My lover thrust his hand
through the opening in the door.
My feelings were aroused for him.
I arose to open for my lover.
My hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
on the handles of the lock.
I opened for my lover,
but my lover had left.
He was gone.
My spirits sank when he left.[a]
I looked for him but did not find him.
I called him, but he did not answer.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 5:6 Or when he spoke