- wet:
- "I¹ sleep,ª but my heartª waketh:ª° [it is] the voiceª of my belovedª that knocketh,ª° [saying], Openª° to me, my sister,ª my love,ª my dove,ª my undefiled:ª for my headª¹ is filledª° with dew,ª [and] my locksª with the dropsª of the night.ª" {Sgs 5:2}
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