Song: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.
Song:5:3: I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
Song:5:4: My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
Song: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.
Song:5:6: I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
Song: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.
Song:5:8: I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
Song: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?
Song:5:10: My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
Song:5:11: His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
Song:5:12: His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
Song:5:13: His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
Song:5:14: His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
Song:5:15: His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Song: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.
Song: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.
Song:6:2: My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Song:6:3: I am my belovedís, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
Song:6:4: Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
Song: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.
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