1I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; 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, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.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.I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride: 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.2I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”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.I was asleep, but my heart waked: 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, My locks with the drops of the night.3I have taken off my robe—must I put it back on? I have washed my feet—must I soil them again?I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?4My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my heart was moved for him.5I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.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.I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.6I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.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.I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.7I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.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.The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.8O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.9How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?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?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 adjure us?10My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.11His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.His head is as the most fine gold; His locks are bushy, and black as a raven.12His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, Washed with milk, and fitly set.13His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.His cheeks are as a bed of spices, As banks of sweet herbs: His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.14His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is polished ivory bedecked with sapphires.His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.His hands are as rings of gold set with beryl: His body is as ivory work overlaid with sapphires.15His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.16His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.His mouth is most sweet; Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
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