| Chapter 5 |
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I have come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh, with my spice; I have eaten my honey-comb with my honey; I have drank my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yes, drink abundantly, O beloved. --
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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. --
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I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? --
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4 |
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. --
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I rose up to open to my beloved: and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet-smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. --
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6 |
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. --
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The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my vail from me. --
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I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick with love. --
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9 |
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us? --
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10 |
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand. --
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His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven. --
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12 |
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. --
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13 |
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh. --
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14 |
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. --
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His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. --
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His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. --
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