~ dove my undefiled ~ 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_06_09  My dove, my undefiled is [but] one; she [is] the [only] one of her mother, she [is] the choice [one] of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; [yea], the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. #,