The maiden arose to open it so her lord could enter (5). Love’s eager imagination lavishly lotioned her body. Passion’s hand dripped with myrrh. Excitement’s fingers flowed with myrrh. Myrrh on the handles of the bolt on the lock.
The Beloved expecting excitement opened for her Lover. She had asked if she should put on her rob (3). He had not answered. She had not put on her rob. “I opened for my lover, but my lover had left.” He was gone.
The pounding heart of the princess sank at his departure (6). Darkness closed the room to loathsomeness. Her heart had gone out to him. She presented to her king too late. He had gone.
The duchess anxiously sought her king. She called for him and called for him. He did not answer. She looked for him and looked for him. She could not find him.
The Lover spoke to the daughters of Jerusalem, “I charge you if you find my lover, what will you tell him?” The maiden is ashamed. Her soul discretion is that she is faint with love. “Tell him I am lovesick.”
“All my longings lie open before you, O Lord; my sighing is not hidden from you. My heart pounds, my strength fails me; even the light has gone from my eyes. My friends and companions avoid me because of my wounds; my neighbors stay far away.” (Ps 38:9–11)
“My soul yearns for you in the night; in the morning my spirit longs for you. When your judgments come upon the earth, the people of the world learn righteousness.” (Isaiah 26:9)