By night in my bed I sought him, whom my soul loveth: yea, diligently sought I him, but I found him not.

They hold swords every one, and are expert in war. Every man hath his sword upon his thigh, because of fear in the night.

As I was asleep, and my heart waking, I heard the voice of my beloved, when he knocked. Open to me, said he, O my sister, my love, my darling, my dove: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of my hair are full of the night drops.