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I 1came to my garden, my 2sister, my bride, I gathered my 3myrrh with my spice, I ate my 4honeycomb with my honey, I 5drank my wine with my milk. Eat, 6friends, drink, and be drunk with love!
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I slept, but my heart was awake. A sound! My beloved is 7knocking. “Open to me, my 8sister, my 9love, my 10dove, my 11perfect one, for my head is wet with dew, my 12locks with the drops of the night. ”
313I had put off my garment; how could I put it on? I had 14bathed my feet; how could I soil them?
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My beloved put his hand to the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me.
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I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with 15liquid myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.
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I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My soul failed me when he 16spoke. 17I sought him, but found him not; 18I called him, but he gave no answer.
719The watchmen found me as they went about in the city; they beat me, they bruised me, they took away my veil, those watchmen of the walls.
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I 20adjure you, O 21daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him 22I am sick with love.
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What is your beloved more than another beloved, O 23most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus 24adjure us?