my love my # 22_SON_02_10 # My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. 
my love my # 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. 
my love my # 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.