² “^[a]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 full of dew,
My ^(C)locks with the ^[b]damp of the night.’

⁹ She is the only one—^(A)my dove, my perfect one;
She is the only one of her mother;
She is the pure one of her who bore her.
The ^(B)daughters saw her and called her blessed,
The ^(C)queens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying,