Song of Solomon 2:10; Song of Solomon 2:13; Song of Solomon 3:2; Song of Solomon 5:5
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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.
I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
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.