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Shir HaShiriym — Chapter 5

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I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, companions. Drink, and become deeply satisfied, beloved ones.

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2

I was sleeping, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved— he was knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my beloved, my dove, my whole one. For my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.”

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3

“I have taken off my garment. How shall I put it on again? I have washed my feet. How shall I soil them?”

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My beloved sent his hand through the opening, and my inward parts were stirred because of him.

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5

I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers with flowing myrrh upon the handles of the bolt.

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6

I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned away and passed on. My being went out when he spoke. I sought him, but I did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer me.

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7

The watchmen who go about the city found me. They struck me. They wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil from me.

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8

I adjure you, O daughters of Yerushalayim: if you find my beloved, what shall you tell him? That I am faint with love.

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9

What is your beloved more than another beloved, O most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you adjure us so?

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My beloved is radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.

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His head is pure gold. His locks are waving, black as a raven.

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12

His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, washed in milk, sitting in fullness.

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His cheeks are like beds of spices, towers of fragrant herbs. His lips are lilies, dripping flowing myrrh.

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His hands are cylinders of gold, set with precious stones. His body is polished ivory, overlaid with sapphires.

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His legs are pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold. His appearance is like Levanon, choice as the cedars.

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His mouth is sweetness itself, and all of him is desirable. This is my beloved, and this is my companion, O daughters of Yerushalayim.

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