^{2 Ref} 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.

^{3 Ref} I have put off my coat; 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 bowels were moved for him.