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. |
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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? |
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4: My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my
bowels were moved for him. |
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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6: I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself,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. |
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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.
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8: 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: 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: My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten
thousand. |
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11: His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and
black as a raven. |
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12: His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters,
washed with milk, and fitly set. |
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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. |
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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. |