Song of Solomon 5:7
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 that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Song of Solomon 5:7 belongs to an Oriental love poem that sets forth in the warm coloring of the East the love of Christ for His church. Solomon's experiences in the poem are typical of Christ and His church, whose love for Him answers His love, though her faithfulness and constancy often fail.
The finding and wounding by the watchmen pictures what happens to a sinner searching for her beloved, for their wounds are errors that mislead one seeking Christ by telling her that her work is finished and she may rest. The smiting and wounding and taking away of the veil show the church in her weak state, weak as a babe, when even a single watchman can overcome her. That weakness is one extreme of her variable and changeable history from the patriarch Abraham to the present day, the opposite extreme being when she is courageous and valiant, terrible as an army with banners, and she is carried between them by the slightest circumstances.