^{2 Ref} I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! `Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled `with' dew, My locks `with' drops of the night.'

^{3 Ref} I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?