I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, 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.
For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it delays, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not delay.
But if that servant says in his heart, My lord is delaying his coming; and shall begin to beat the menservants and maidens, and to eat and drink, and to be drunken;
Then he began to speak to the people this parable; A certain man planted a vineyard, and rented it out to farmers, and went into a far country for a long time.