¹⁴ “^[a]O ^(A)my dove, ^(B)in the clefts of the ^[b]rock,
In the secret place of the steep ^[c]pathway,
Let me see your ^[d]form,
^(C)Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your ^[e]form is ^(D)lovely.”

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 bore her.
The ^[c](B)maidens saw her and called her blessed,
The ^(C)queens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying,