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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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3
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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
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My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. |
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5
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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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6
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I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.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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7
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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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8
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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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9
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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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10
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My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. |
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11
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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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12
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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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13
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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
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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. |