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\c 5
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\sp The woman's lover speaking to her
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\q
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\v 1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride;
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\q I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.
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\q I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
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\q I have drunk my wine with my milk.
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\sp The friends speaking to the lovers
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\q Eat, friends;
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\q drink and be drunk with love.
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\sp The young woman speaking to herself
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\q
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\v 2 I was asleep, but my heart was awake in a dream.
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\q There is the sound of my beloved knocking and saying,
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\q "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled one,
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\q for my head is wet with dew,
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\q my hair with the night's dampness."
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\q
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\v 3 "I have taken off my robe; must I put it on again?
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\q I have washed my feet; must I get them dirty?"
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\q
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\v 4 My beloved put in his hand through the opening of the door latch,
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\q and my heart was stirred up for him.
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\q
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\v 5 I got up to open the door for my beloved;
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\q my hands were dripping with myrrh,
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\q my fingers with moist myrrh,
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\q on the door handle.
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\q
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\v 6 I opened the door for my beloved,
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\q but my beloved had turned and gone.
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\q My heart sank; I became despondent.
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\q I looked for him, but I did not find him;
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\q I called him, but he did not answer me.
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\q
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\v 7 The watchmen who went about the city found me;
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\q they struck me and wounded me;
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\q the guards on the walls took away my cloak from me.
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\sp The young woman speaking to the women of the city
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\q
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\v 8 I want you to promise, daughters of Jerusalem,
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\q that if you find my love,
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\q tell him I am sick because of my love for him.
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\sp The women of the city speaking to the young woman
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\q
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\v 9 How is your beloved better than another beloved man,
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\q you who are beautiful among women?
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\q Why is your beloved better than another beloved,
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\q that you ask us to take an oath like this?
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\p
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\sp The young woman speaking to the women of the city
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\q
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\v 10 My beloved is radiant and ruddy,
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\q outstanding among ten thousand.
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\q
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\v 11 His head is the purest gold;
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\q his hair is curly and as black as a raven.
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\q
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\v 12 His eyes are like doves beside streams of water,
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\q washed in milk, mounted like jewels.
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\q
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\v 13 His cheeks are like beds of spices,
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\q yielding aromatic scents.
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\q His lips are lilies, dripping myrrh.
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\q
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\v 14 His arms are rounded gold set with jewels;
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\q his abdomen is ivory covered with sapphires.
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\q
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\v 15 His legs are pillars of marble, set on bases of pure gold;
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\q his appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
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\q
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\v 16 His mouth is most sweet;
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\q he is completely lovely.
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\q This is my beloved, and this is my friend,
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\q daughters of Jerusalem.
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