Song of Solomon 5:2; Song of Solomon 5:5-6; Song of Solomon 7:12

2 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.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. 6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone : my soul failed when he spake : I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer .
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish , whether the tender grape appear , and the pomegranates bud forth : there will I give thee my loves.