14  O ^dmy dove, in the clefts of the rock,

in the crannies of the cliff,

let me see your face,

^elet me hear your voice,

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is lovely.

2  I slept, but my heart was awake.

A sound! ^sMy beloved is knocking.

“Open to me, my sister, ^tmy love,

^umy dove, my perfect one,

for my head is wet with dew,

my locks with the drops of the night.”