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Chapter 5
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I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have
gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb
with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat,
O friends; drink, yea, 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? |
4
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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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I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn
himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake:
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 veil 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 of love. |
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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? |
10
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My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten
thousand. |
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His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy,
and black as a raven. |
12
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His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of
waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. |
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His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers:
his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. |
14
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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: yea, he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters
of Jerusalem. |
