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Song of Solomon 5
- I come to my garden, my sister, my bride, I gather my myrrh with my spice, I eat my honeycomb with my honey, I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink: drink deeply, O lovers!
- I slept, but my heart was awake. Hark! my beloved is knocking. "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night."
- I had put off my garment, how could I put it on? I had bathed my feet, how could I soil them?
- My beloved put his hand to the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me.
- I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.
- I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he gave no answer.
- The watchmen found me, as they went about in the city; they beat me, they wounded me, they took away my mantle, those watchmen of the walls.
- I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love.
- What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us?
- My beloved is all radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.
- His head is the finest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven.
- His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, bathed in milk, fitly set.
- His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding fragrance. His lips are lilies, distilling liquid myrrh.
- His arms are rounded gold, set with jewels. His body is ivory work, encrusted with sapphires.
- His legs are alabaster columns, set upon bases of gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
- His speech is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Song of Solomon 6
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- Whither has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Whither has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
- My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
- I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
- You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
- Turn away your eyes from me, for they disturb me--Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead.
- Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, that have come up from the washing, all of them bear twins, not one among them is bereaved.
- Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
- There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
- My dove, my perfect one, is only one, the darling of her mother, flawless to her that bore her. The maidens saw her and called her happy; the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.
- "Who is this that looks forth like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?"
- I went down to the nut orchard, to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
- Before I was aware, my fancy set me in a chariot beside my prince.
- Return, return, O Shu'lammite, return, return, that we may look upon you. Why should you look upon the Shu'lammite, as upon a dance before two armies?
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