Yet heard I the voice of his words; and when I heard the voice of his words, then was I fallen into a deep sleep on my face, with my face toward the ground.\par
I was asleep, but my heart waked:\par\tab It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, {\i saying},\par\tab Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled;\par\tab For my head is filled with dew,\par\tab My locks with the drops of the night.\par
And, behold, one in the likeness of the sons of men touched my lips: then I opened my mouth, and spake and said unto him that stood before me, O my lord, by reason of the vision my sorrows are turned upon me, and I retain no strength.
I heard, and my body trembled,\par\tab My lips quivered at the voice;\par\tab Rottenness entereth into my bones, and I tremble in my place;\par\tab Because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble,\par\tab For the coming up of the people that invadeth us.