The Beloved about Her Lover:
5:2 I was asleep, but my mind
Listen!
The Lover to His Beloved:
“Open
my dove, my flawless one!
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night.”
The Beloved to Her Lover:
5:3 “I have already taken off my robe – must I put it on again?
I have already washed my feet – must I soil them again?”
5:4 My lover thrust his hand
and my feelings