| The Holy Bible: King James Version. 2000. | | The Song of Solomon | | 5 |
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I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse:
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I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; |
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I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; |
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I have drunk my wine with my milk. |
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Eat, O friends; drink, |
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yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. |
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The Distress of Separation |
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I sleep, but my heart waketh:
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it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, |
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Open to me, my sister, my love, |
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my dove, my undefiled: |
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for my head is filled with dew, |
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and my locks with the drops of the night. |
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I have put off my coat;
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how shall I put it on? |
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I have washed my feet; |
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how shall I defile them? |
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My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,
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and my bowels were moved for him. |
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I rose up to open to my beloved;
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and my hands dropped with myrrh, |
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and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, |
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upon the handles of the lock. |
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I opened to my beloved;
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but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: |
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my soul failed when he spake: |
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I sought him, but I could not find him; |
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I called him, but he gave me no answer. |
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The watchmen that went about the city found me,
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they smote me, they wounded me; |
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the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. |
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I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
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if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, |
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that I am sick of love. |
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The Bride Praises the Bridegroom |
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What is thy beloved more than another beloved,
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O thou fairest among women? |
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What is thy beloved more than another beloved, |
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that thou dost so charge us? |
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My beloved is white and ruddy,
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the chiefest among ten thousand. |
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His head is as the most fine gold;
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his locks are bushy, and black as a raven: |
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his eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters,
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washed with milk, and fitly set: |
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his cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers:
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his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh: |
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his hands are as gold rings set with the beryl:
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his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires: |
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his legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:
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his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars: |
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his mouth is most sweet:
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yea, he is altogether lovely. |
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This is my beloved, and this is my friend, |
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O daughters of Jerusalem. |
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