~ my love my ~ 22_SON_02_10  My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. #, 22_SON_02_13  The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines [with] the tender grape give a [good] smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. #, 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. #,