^{2 Ref} I was asleep, but my heart waked: 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, My locks with the drops of the night.

^{3 Ref} I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

^{4 Ref} My beloved put in his hand by the hole `of the door', And my heart was moved for him.