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# Chapter 5
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1 I have entered my garden, my treasure, my bride!
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I gather myrrh with my spices
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and eat honeycomb with my honey.
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I drink wine with my milk.
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Oh, lover and beloved, eat and drink!
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Yes, drink deeply of your love!
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2 I slept, but my heart was awake,
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when I heard my lover knocking and calling:
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“Open to me, my treasure, my darling,
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my dove, my perfect one.
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My head is drenched with dew,
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my hair with the dampness of the night.”
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3 But I responded,
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“I have taken off my robe.
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Should I get dressed again?
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I have washed my feet.
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Should I get them soiled?”
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4 My lover tried to unlatch the door,
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and my heart thrilled within me.
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5 I jumped up to open the door for my love,
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and my hands dripped with perfume.
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My fingers dripped with lovely myrrh
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as I pulled back the bolt.
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6 I opened to my lover,
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but he was gone!
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My heart sank.
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I searched for him
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but could not find him anywhere.
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I called to him,
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but there was no reply.
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7 The night watchmen found me
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as they made their rounds.
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They beat and bruised me
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and stripped off my veil,
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those watchmen on the walls.
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8 Make this promise, O women of Jerusalem—
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If you find my lover,
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tell him I am weak with love.
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9 Why is your lover better than all others,
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O woman of rare beauty?
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What makes your lover so special
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that we must promise this?
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10 My lover is dark and dazzling,
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better than ten thousand others!
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11 His head is finest gold,
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his wavy hair is black as a raven.
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12 His eyes sparkle like doves
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beside springs of water;
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they are set like jewels
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washed in milk.
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13 His cheeks are like gardens of spices
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giving off fragrance.
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His lips are like lilies,
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perfumed with myrrh.
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14 His arms are like rounded bars of gold,
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set with beryl.
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His body is like bright ivory,
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glowing with lapis lazuli.
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15 His legs are like marble pillars
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set in sockets of finest gold.
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His posture is stately,
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like the noble cedars of Lebanon.
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16 His mouth is sweetness itself;
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he is desirable in every way.
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Such, O women of Jerusalem,
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is my lover, my friend. |