² I sleep, but my heart is awake;
It is the voice of my beloved!
^(A)He knocks, saying,
“Open for me, my sister, ^[a]my love,
My dove, my perfect one;
For my head is covered with dew,
My ^[b]locks with the drops of the night.”

⁹ My dove, my ^(A)perfect one,
Is the only one,
The only one of her mother,
The favorite of the one who bore her.
The daughters saw her
And called her blessed,
The queens and the concubines,
And they praised her.