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[1] I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!
[2] I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! `Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled [with] dew, My locks [with] drops of the night.'
[3] I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
[4] My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.
[5] I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
[6] I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew -- he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not.
[7] The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.
[8] I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved -- What do ye tell him? that I [am] sick with love!
[9] What [is] thy beloved above [any] beloved, O fair among women? What [is] thy beloved above [any] beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?
[10] My beloved [is] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
[11] His head [is] pure gold -- fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
[12] His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.
[13] His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips [are] lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,
[14] His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
[15] His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
[16] His mouth is sweetness -- and all of him desirable, This [is] my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
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