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# Chapter 5
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1 I have come to my garden, my sister, my spouse;
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I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
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I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
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I have drunk my wine with my milk.
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Eat, O friends!
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Drink, yes, drink deeply,
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O beloved ones!
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2 I sleep, but my heart is awake;
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It is the voice of my beloved!
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He knocks, saying,
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“Open for me, my sister, my love,
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My dove, my perfect one;
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For my head is covered with dew,
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My locks with the drops of the night.”
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3 I have taken off my robe;
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How can I put it on again?
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I have washed my feet;
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How can I defile them?
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4 My beloved put his hand
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By the latch of the door,
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And my heart yearned for him.
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5 I arose to open for 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 lock.
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6 I opened for my beloved,
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But my beloved had turned away and was gone.
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My heart leaped up when he spoke.
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I sought him, but I could not find him;
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I called him, but he gave me no answer.
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7 The watchmen who went about the city found me.
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They struck me, they wounded me;
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The keepers of the walls
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Took my veil away from me.
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8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
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If you find my beloved,
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That you tell him I am lovesick!
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9 What is your beloved
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More than another beloved,
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O fairest among women?
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What is your beloved
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More than another beloved,
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That you so charge us?
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10 My beloved is white and ruddy,
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Chief among ten thousand.
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11 His head is like the finest gold;
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His locks are wavy,
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And black as a raven.
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12 His eyes are like doves
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By the rivers of waters,
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Washed with milk,
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And fitly set.
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13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices,
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Banks of scented herbs.
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His lips are lilies,
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Dripping liquid myrrh.
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14 His hands are rods of gold
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Set with beryl.
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His body is carved ivory
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Inlaid with sapphires.
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15 His legs are pillars of marble
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Set on bases of fine gold.
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His countenance is like Lebanon,
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Excellent as the cedars.
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16 His mouth is most sweet,
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Yes, he is altogether lovely.
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This is my beloved,
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And this is my friend,
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O daughters of Jerusalem! |