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She rises, but he is gone
My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
I opened to my beloved; But my beloved left; gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.