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SSo 5:2 I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, 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.
SSo 5:3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? SSo 5:4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. SSo 5:5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. SSo 5:6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. SSo 5:7 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. SSo 5:8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love. SSo 5:9 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 charge us? SSo 5:10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. SSo 5:11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven. SSo 5:12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. SSo 5:13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. SSo 5:14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. SSo 5:15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. SSo 5:16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. SSo 6:1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee. SSo 6:2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. SSo 6:3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies. SSo 6:4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. SSo 6:5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. SSo 6:6 Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them. SSo 6:7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks. SSo 6:8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number. SSo 6:9 My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. |