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Song of Solomon 5
- 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!
- 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.'
- I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
- My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.
- I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
- 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.
- 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.
- I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved -- What do ye tell him? that I [am] sick with love!
- What [is] thy beloved above [any] beloved, O fair among women? What [is] thy beloved above [any] beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?
- My beloved [is] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
- His head [is] pure gold -- fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
- His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.
- His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips [are] lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,
- His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
- His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
- His mouth is sweetness -- and all of him desirable, This [is] my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
Song of Solomon 6
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- Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?
- My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
- I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
- Fair [art] thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
- Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
- Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
- As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil.
- Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
- One is my dove, my perfect one, One she [is] of her mother, The choice one she [is] of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
- `Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon -- clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'
- Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed --
- I knew not my soul, It made me -- chariots of my people Nadib.
- Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?
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