I was asleep, but my heart waked: 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, My locks with the drops of the night.

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

I¹ sleepe,ª but my heartª waketh:ª° [it is] the voyceª of my belouedª that knocketh,ª° [saying], Openª° to me, my sister,ª my loue,ª my doue,ª my vndefiled:ª for my headª¹ is filledª° with dewe,ª [and] my lockesª with the dropsª of the night.ª

I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, [saying], Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

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

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