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SongSolomon 5

1 The Beloved: I have come to 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. To His Friends: Eat, O friends! Drink, yes, get drunk, O beloved ones!
2 Shulamite: I sleep, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my beloved! He knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is covered with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.
3 I have stripped off my gown; how shall I put it on again? I have washed my feet; how shall I dirty them?
4 My beloved put his hand by the latch of the door, and my heart yearned for him.
5 I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
6 I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned away and was gone. My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 The watchmen who went about the city found me. They struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took my veil away from me.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem: If you find my beloved, that you tell him I am lovesick!
9 Daughters of Jerusalem: What is your beloved more than any other beloved, O most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than any other beloved, that you charge us so?
10 Shulamite: My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, standing out among ten thousand.
11 His head is like the finest gold; his locks are wavy, and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and set in a frame.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like grown herbs. His lips are like lilies, dripping flowing myrrh.
14 His hands are like folds of gold filled with precious stones. His torso is smooth as ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on bases of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 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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