¹⁴ My dove,^(A) in the clefts of the rock,^(B)
in the crevices of the cliff,
let me see your face,^[a]
let me hear your voice;^(C)
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.^(D)

² W I sleep, but my heart is awake.
A sound! My love is knocking!^(A)

M Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my perfect one.
For my head is drenched with dew,
my hair with droplets of the night.