¹⁴ “^[a]O ^(A)my dove, ^(B)in the clefts of the ^[b]rock,
In the secret place of the steep ^[c]pathway,
Let me see your ^[d]form,
^(C)Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your ^[e]form is ^(D)lovely.”

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 ^[b]drenched with dew,
My ^(C)locks with the ^[c]damp of the night.’