Cantares 5

I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh.

Halláronme los guardas que rondan la ciudad: hiriéronme, llagáronme, quitáronme mi manto de encima los guardas de los muros.

The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.