[rgcraig]

Originally Posted by Aquila

Song of Songs 5:2-8
{5:2} 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. {5:3} I
have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed
my feet; how shall I defile them? {5:4} My beloved put in
his hand by the hole [of the door,] and my bowels were moved for him. {5:5} 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. {5:6} 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opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn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. {5:7} The watchmen that went about
the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the
keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. {5:8} I
charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my
beloved, that ye tell him, that I [am] sick of love.

Can't say this is very romantic......