¹⁴ “^(A)My dove, ^(B)in the clefts of the ^[a]rock,
In the hiding place of the mountain pathway,
Let me see ^[b]how you look,
^(C)Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is pleasant,
And ^[c]you look ^(D)delightful.”

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.’