She

² I slept, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My beloved is ^(A)knocking.
“Open to me, my ^(B)sister, my ^(C)love,
    my ^(D)dove, my ^(E)perfect one,
for my head is wet with dew,
    my ^(F)locks with the drops of the night.”

⁹ My ^(A)dove, my ^(B)perfect one, is the only one,
    the only one of her mother,
    pure to ^(C)her who bore her.
^(D)The young women saw her and called her blessed;
    ^(E)the queens and ^(F)concubines also, and they praised her.

He

^15 (A)Behold, ^(B)you are beautiful, ^(C)my love;
    behold, you are beautiful;
    your ^(D)eyes are doves.