My little dove.

My pigeon home, it's called.

Kitty, my precious, my beloved, my dove, my all...

Kitty, my darling, my precious, my dove.

Come, my delightful dove.

My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

My dove, my undefiled is but one she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.

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.