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A Fruitless Search

W(A) I was sleeping, but my heart was awake.[a]
    The sound of my lover knocking!
“Open to me, my sister, my friend,
    my dove, my perfect one!
For my head is wet with dew,
    my hair, with the moisture of the night.”

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Footnotes

  1. 5:2–8 An experience of anticipation and loss similar to that in 3:1–5. The lover’s abrupt appearance resembles that in 2:8–9.