~ my beloved that ~ 22_SON_05_02  I  sleep, but my heart waketh, [it is] the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled, for my head is filled with dew, [and] my locks with the drops of the night. #, 22_SON_05_08  I  charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I [am] sick of love. #, 22_SON_07_09  And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth [down] sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. #,