I was asleep, but my heart was awake. There's a sound! My beloved is knocking. "Open up for me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one. For my head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night."

If she's a wall, on her we will build a battlement of silver. If she's a door, we will enclose her with planks of cedar.