NASB
""I arose to open to my beloved; And my hands dripped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the bolt."
— Song Of Solomon 5:5, NASB
“I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.”
“I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt. ”
“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 arose to open for my beloved; my hands dripped with myrrh– my fingers flowed with myrrh on the handles of the lock.”
“I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.”
“I got up to let my loved one in; and my hands were dropping with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the lock of the door.”
“I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.”
"I was asleep but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: 'Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the damp of the night.'
"I have taken off my dress, How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet, How can I dirty them again?
"My beloved extended his hand through the opening, And my feelings were aroused for him.
"I arose to open to my beloved; And my hands dripped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the bolt.
"I opened to my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and had gone! My heart went out to him as he spoke. I searched for him but I did not find him; I called him but he did not answer me.
"The watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me, They struck me and wounded me; The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me.
"I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, As to what you will tell him: For I am lovesick."