| Chapter 5 |
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I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones! |
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I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! `Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled with dew, My locks with drops of the night.` |
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I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them? |
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My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him. |
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I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock. |
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I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew -- he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not. |
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The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me. |
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I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved -- What do ye tell him? that I am sick with love! |
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What is thy beloved above any beloved, O fair among women? What is thy beloved above any beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us? |
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My beloved is clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad! |
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His head is pure gold -- fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven, |
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His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness. |
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His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips are lilies, dropping flowing myrrh, |
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His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires, |
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His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars. |
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His mouth is sweetness -- and all of him desirable, This is my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem! |
