⁹ And when the dew fell upon the camp in the night, the manna fell upon it.

¹⁹ My root was spread out by the waters, and the dew lay all night upon my branch.

² I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.