"My lover put his hand through the opening;
my heart trembled within me,
and I grew faint when he spoke.
I rose to open to my lover,
with my hands dripping myrrh:
With my fingers dripping myrrh
upon the fittings of the lock.
I opened to my lover --
but my lover had departed, gone.
I sought him but I did not find him;
I called to him but he did not answer me."
- Song of Songs 5: 4-6
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