我身睡卧,我心却醒。这是我良人的声音;他敲门说:我的妹子,我的佳偶,我的鸽子,我的完全人,求你给我开门;因我的头满了露水,我的头发被夜露滴湿。
I sleep, but my heart waketh: 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, and my locks with the drops of the night.