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1 I am 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, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. 2 I sleep, but my heart waketh; Hark! my beloved knocketh: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night." 3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? 4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him. 5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bar. 6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had turned away, and was gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. 7 The watchmen that go about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me. 8 "I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? that I am love-sick." 9 "What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so adjure us?" 10 "My beloved is white and ruddy, pre-eminent above ten thousand. 11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are curled, and black as a raven. 12 His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks; washed with milk, and fitly set. 13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as banks of sweet herbs; his lips are as lilies, dropping with flowing myrrh. 14 His hands are as rods of gold set with beryl; his body is as polished ivory overlaid with sapphires. 15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold; his aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. 16 His mouth is most sweet; yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem."

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