[1]  I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: 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, O friends; drink, yes, drink abundantly, O beloved. ¶

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[2]  I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

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[3]  I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

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[4]  My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

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[5]  I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

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[6]  I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

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[7]  The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

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[8]  I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him, that I am sick of love. ¶

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[9]  What is your beloved more than another beloved, O you fairest among women? what is your beloved more than another beloved, that you do so charge us?

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[10]  My beloved is white and ruddy, the most chief among ten thousand.

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[11]  His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

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[12]  His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.

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[13]  His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

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[14]  His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.

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[15]  His legs are as pillars of marble, set on sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

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[16]  His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

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