The Song of Songs 1:13

1:13 My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh

spending the night between my breasts.

The Song of Songs 5:2

The Trials of Love: The Beloved’s Dream of Losing Her Lover

The Beloved about Her Lover:

5:2 I was asleep, but my mind was dreaming.

Listen! My lover is knocking at the door!

The Lover to His Beloved:

“Open for me, my sister, my darling,

my dove, my flawless one!

My head is drenched with dew,

my hair with the dampness of the night.”

The Song of Songs 5:4

5:4 My lover thrust his hand through the hole,

and my feelings were stirred for him.