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chapter 5
1
Let my
beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come
into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my
aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my
wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.
2 I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my
beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my
head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.
3 I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I
have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
4 My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my
bowels were moved at his touch.
5 I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped
with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
6 I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he
had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and
found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.
7 The keepers that go about the city found me: they
struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find
my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.
9 What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O
thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the
beloved, that thou hast so adjured us?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of
thousands.
11 His head is as the finest gold: his locks as
branches of palm trees, black as a raven.
12 His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are
washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.
13 His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by
the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrb.
14 His hands are turned and as of gold, full of
hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.
15 His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon
bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.
16 His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is
my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.
17 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful
among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with
thee?
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