Time for another dream. This time, the bride sees her love at the window but can't get to him. The groom stretches his fingers inside the open window so the bride gets up with perfumed hands. She rushes to unbolt the door, but the groom has vanished.
Funny how some things never change, huh? Nothing ever goes right in dreams.
The bride—still in her dreamscape—goes out into the night, strolling the streets of the city. This time, she is found out by the city sentinels, who beat her and steal her coat.
The bride's only response is to tell her friends, the daughters of Jerusalem, to find the groom and tell him, "I am faint with love" (5:8).
Next on the docket, a passage about how hot the groom is. Yep, that's right. The bride sings for eight verses, taking us on a tour through the groom's studly body.
Lots of figurative language—lips as lilies, arms as rounded gold, cheeks like beds of spices—indicate that this is no ordinary guy. We're at worship level here.
Oh, also in this chapter, she calls the guy "my friend." What's up with that?