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Song of Songs chapter 5

I have come into my , my sister, my bride— I have gathered my with my spice, I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends—drink! .I was asleep, but — A sound! My love is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my — my head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”“I have taken off my — must I put it on again? I have — must I get them dirty again?”My lover through the opening, and my lower body ached for him deep inside.I rose to open for my love, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with on the handles of the bolt.I opened for my love, but my love had turned and gone. when he spoke— I searched for him but could not find him, I called for him but he did not answer.The found me as they made their rounds through the city. They beat me, they bruised me, they stripped my from me— those guardians of the walls.I charge you, — if you find my love, what will you tell him? Tell him I am .What makes your love better than any other, you ? What makes your love better than any other, that you charge us like this?My love is and , .His head is , his locks are wavy, black as a .His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, , perched by a brimming pool.His cheeks are like , towers of fragrant herbs. His lips are , dripping with flowing myrrh.His are cylinders of gold set with jewels. His is a plate of ivory sheathed in sapphires.His are marble pillars set on pedestals of finest gold. His presence is like Lebanon, majestic as its cedars.His mouth is , and . This is my love, and this is , daughters of Jerusalem.