The Bride Searches for Her Beloved
2 I slept, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My beloved is mknocking.
for my head is wet with dew,
my rlocks with the drops of the night.”
the only one of her mother,
pure to iher who bore her.
jThe young women saw her and called her blessed;
behold, you are beautiful;
your geyes are doves.