² I slept but my heart was awake.
    Listen! My beloved is knocking:
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
    my dove,^(A) my flawless^(B) one.^(C)
My head is drenched with dew,
    my hair with the dampness of the night.”

⁹ but my dove,^(A) my perfect one,^(B) is unique,
    the only daughter of her mother,
    the favorite of the one who bore her.^(C)
The young women saw her and called her blessed;
    the queens and concubines praised her.