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The Song of Solomon, 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?
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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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I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and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?
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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.
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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.
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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: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my
beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
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