Rise and open the door that is shut,
and send to me the roe that is fled.
The day of his coming he shall lie all night between my breasts
there his good smell shall rest upon me.
How looks thy beloved, O lovely bride,
that thou sayest to me ‘Take him and send him!’
Is he beautiful, ruddy, and goodly to look on?
That is my beloved and my friend! Rise and anoint him!