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Chapter 5 |
| 1 | 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. |
| 2 | 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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3 | I have put off my coat; how
shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? |
| 4 |
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved
for him. |
| 5
| 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. |
| 6 |
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself,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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7 | 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. |
| 8 | I charge you, O daughters of
Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of
love. |
| 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? |
| 10
| My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten
thousand. |
| 11
| His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy,
and black as a raven. |
| 12 | His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the
rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. |
| 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. |
| 15 | His legs are
as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as
Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. |
| 16 | His mouth is most sweet: yea,
he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters
of Jerusalem. |
