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# Chapter 5
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1 I have come to my garden—my sister, my bride.
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I gather my myrrh with my spices.
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I eat my honeycomb with my honey.
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I drink my wine with my milk.
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Eat, friends!
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Drink, be intoxicated with caresses!
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2 I was sleeping, but my heart was awake.
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A sound! My love was knocking!
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Open to me, my sister, my darling,
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my dove, my perfect one.
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For my head is drenched with dew,
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my hair with droplets of the night.
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3 I have taken off my clothing.
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How can I put it back on?
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I have washed my feet.
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How can I get them dirty?
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4 My love thrust his hand through the opening,
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and my feelings were stirred for him.
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5 I rose to open for my love.
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My hands dripped with myrrh,
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my fingers with flowing myrrh
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on the handles of the bolt.
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6 I opened to my love,
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but my love had turned and gone away.
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My heart sank because he had left.
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I sought him, but did not find him.
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I called him, but he did not answer.
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7 The guards who go about the city found me.
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They beat and wounded me;
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they took my cloak from me—
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the guardians of the walls.
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8 Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you,
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if you find my love,
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tell him that I am lovesick.
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9 What makes the one you love better than another,
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most beautiful of women?
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What makes him better than another,
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that you would give us this charge?
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10 My love is fit and strong,
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notable among ten thousand.
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11 His head is purest gold.
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His hair is wavy
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and black as a raven.
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12 His eyes are like doves
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beside flowing streams,
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washed in milk
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and set like jewels.
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13 His cheeks are like beds of spice,
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mounds of perfume.
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His lips are lilies,
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dripping with flowing myrrh.
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14 His arms are rods of gold
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set with beryl.
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His body is an ivory panel
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covered with lapis lazuli.
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15 His legs are alabaster pillars
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set on pedestals of pure gold.
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His presence is like Lebanon,
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as majestic as the cedars.
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16 His mouth is sweetness.
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He is absolutely desirable.
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This is my love, and this is my friend,
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young women of Jerusalem. |