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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. |
| 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. |
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6 | I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and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. |
| 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. |
| 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. |
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16 | His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether
lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of
Jerusalem. |
