| Chapter 5 |
1 | Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.
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2 | I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.
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3 | I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
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4 | My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.
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5 | I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
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6 | I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.
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7 | The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
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8 | I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.
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9 | What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us?
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10 | My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.
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11 | His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.
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12 | His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.
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13 | His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrb.
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14 | His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.
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15 | His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.
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16 | His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.
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17 | Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?
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