² “I was asleep but my heart was awake.
A voice! My beloved was knocking:
‘Open to me, ^(A)my sister, my darling,
^(B)My dove, my perfect one!
For my head is ^[a]drenched with dew,
My ^(C)locks with the dew drops of the night.’

⁹ But ^(A)my dove, my perfect one, is ^[a]unique:
She is her mother’s ^[b]only daughter;
She is the pure child of the one who gave birth to her.
The ^[c](B)young women saw her and called her ^[d]blessed,
The ^(C)queens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying,