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- "I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk Eat, friends; Drink and imbibe deeply, O lovers."
- "I was asleep but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: 'Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the damp of the night.'
- "I have taken off my dress, How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet, How can I dirty them again?
- "My beloved extended his hand through the opening, And my feelings were aroused for him.
- "I arose to open to my beloved; And my hands dripped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the bolt.
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- "I opened to my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and had gone! My heart went out to him as he spoke I searched for him but I did not find him; I called him but he did not answer me.
- "The watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me, They struck me and wounded me; The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me.
- "I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, As to what you will tell him: For I am lovesick."
- "What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, That thus you adjure us?"
- "My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, Outstanding among ten thousand.
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- "His head is like gold, pure gold; His locks are like clusters of dates And black as a raven.
- "His eyes are like doves Beside streams of water, Bathed in milk, And reposed in their setting.
- "His cheeks are like a bed of balsam, Banks of sweet-scented herbs; His lips are lilies Dripping with liquid myrrh.
- "His hands are rods of gold Set with beryl; His abdomen is carved ivory Inlaid with sapphires.
- "His legs are pillars of alabaster Set on pedestals of pure gold; His appearance is like Lebanon Choice as the cedars.
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- "His mouth is full of sweetness And he is wholly desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem."
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