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# Chapter 5
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1 I came to my garden, my sister, my bride,
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I gathered my myrrh with my spice,
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I ate my honeycomb with my honey,
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I drank my wine with my milk.
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Eat, friends, drink,
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and be drunk with love!
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2 I slept, but my heart was awake.
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A sound! My beloved is knocking.
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“Open to me, my sister, my love,
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my dove, my perfect one,
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for my head is wet with dew,
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my locks with the drops of the night.”
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3 I had put off my garment;
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how could I put it on?
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I had bathed my feet;
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how could I soil them?
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4 My beloved put his hand to the latch,
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and my heart was thrilled within me.
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5 I arose to open to my beloved,
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and my hands dripped with myrrh,
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my fingers with liquid myrrh,
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on the handles of the bolt.
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6 I opened to my beloved,
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but my beloved had turned and gone.
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My soul failed me when he spoke.
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I sought him, but found him not;
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I called him, but he gave no answer.
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7 The watchmen found me
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as they went about in the city;
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they beat me, they bruised me,
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they took away my veil,
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those watchmen of the walls.
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8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
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if you find my beloved,
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that you tell him
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I am sick with love.
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9 What is your beloved more than another beloved,
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O most beautiful among women?
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What is your beloved more than another beloved,
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that you thus adjure us?
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10 My beloved is radiant and ruddy,
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distinguished among ten thousand.
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11 His head is the finest gold;
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his locks are wavy,
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black as a raven.
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12 His eyes are like doves
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beside streams of water,
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bathed in milk,
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sitting beside a full pool.
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13 His cheeks are like beds of spices,
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mounds of sweet-smelling herbs.
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His lips are lilies,
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dripping liquid myrrh.
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14 His arms are rods of gold,
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set with jewels.
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His body is polished ivory,
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bedecked with sapphires.
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15 His legs are alabaster columns,
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set on bases of gold.
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His appearance is like Lebanon,
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choice as the cedars.
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16 His mouth is most sweet,
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and he is altogether desirable.
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This is my beloved and this is my friend,
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O daughters of Jerusalem. |