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S.S.|5:1|-|I have come into my |a|garden, my |1|sister, my bride;I have gathered my |b|myrrh with my spice;
I have eaten my honeycomb with my |c|honey;I have drunk my wine with my milk.
Eat, O |2|friends;Drink, and drink deeply, O beloved ones!
S.S.|5:2|-|I |1|sleep, but my heart is awake.A sound! My beloved is |a|knocking.
|2|Open to me, my sister, my love,My |b|dove, my perfect one;
For my head is drenched with dew,My locks with the |c|drops of night.
S.S.|5:3|-|I have |1|put off my garment;How can I put it on again?
I have |1|washed my feet;How can I dirty them again?
S.S.|5:4|-|My beloved put his |1|hand into the opening of the door,And my inner parts yearned for him.
S.S.|5:5|-|I rose up to |1|open to my beloved;And my hands dripped with |a|myrrh,
My fingers with liquid myrrh,Upon the handles of the bolt.
S.S.|5:6|-|I opened to my beloved,But my beloved had withdrawn; he was gone.
My soul failed when he spoke;I sought |a|him, but found him not;
I called him—he answered me not.
S.S.|5:7|-|The |a|watchmen who go about the city found me.They struck me; they wounded me;
The keepers of the walls took my veil from me.
S.S.|5:8|-|I adjure, O |1a|daughters of Jerusalem,If you find my beloved,
What shall you tell him?That I am |b|sick with love.
S.S.|5:9|-|What is your beloved more than some other’s beloved,O you most beautiful among women?
What is your beloved more than some other’s beloved,That you adjure us so?
S.S.|5:10|-|My beloved is |1|dazzling white yet ruddy,|2|Distinguished among ten thousand.
S.S.|5:11|-|His |1|head is the finest gold;His |a|locks are wavy,
As black as a raven.
S.S.|5:12|-||a|His |1|eyes are like dovesBeside the streams of water,
Bathed in milk,Fitly set.
S.S.|5:13|-|His |1|cheeks are like a bed of spices,Mounds of sweetly fragrant herbs;
His lips are lilies,Dripping with liquid |a|myrrh.
S.S.|5:14|-|His |1|hands are tubes of gold,Set with beryl;
His belly is an ivory work,Overlaid with sapphires.
S.S.|5:15|-|His |1|legs are pillars of white marble,Set upon bases of gold;
His appearance is like Lebanon,As excellent as the cedars.
S.S.|5:16|-|His |a|mouth is sweetness itself,And he is altogether desirable.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend,O |b|daughters of Jerusalem.
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