5 “I have entered my garden,aO my sister, my bride.I have picked my myrrh and my spice.bI have eaten my honeycomb and my honey;I have drunk my wine and my milk.”c“Eat, dear friends!Drink and become intoxicated with expressions of affection!”d 2 “I am asleep, but my heart is awake.eThere is the sound of my dear one knocking!‘Open to me, O my sister, my beloved,My dove, my flawless one!For my head is wet with dew,The locks of my hair with the moisture of the night.’f 3 I have taken off my robe.Must I put it back on?I have washed my feet.Must I soil them again? 4 My dear one withdrew his hand from the hole of the door,And my feelings for him were stirred. 5 I got up to open to my dear one;My hands dripped with myrrh,And my fingers with liquid myrrh,Onto the handles of the lock. 6 I opened to my dear one,But my dear one had turned away, he had gone.I felt despair when he departed.I sought him, but I did not find him.gI called him, but he did not answer me. 7 The watchmen making their rounds in the city found me.They struck me, they wounded me.The watchmen of the walls took my shawl* away from me. 8 I put you under oath, O daughters of Jerusalem:If you find my dear one,Tell him that I am lovesick.” 9 “How is your dear one better than any other dear one,You most beautiful of women?How is your dear one better than any other dear one,
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5 “I have entered my garden,aO my sister, my bride.I have picked my myrrh and my spice.bI have eaten my honeycomb and my honey;I have drunk my wine and my milk.”c“Eat, dear friends!Drink and become intoxicated with expressions of affection!”d 2 “I am asleep, but my heart is awake.eThere is the sound of my dear one knocking!‘Open to me, O my sister, my beloved,My dove, my flawless one!For my head is wet with dew,The locks of my hair with the moisture of the night.’f 3 I have taken off my robe.Must I put it back on?I have washed my feet.Must I soil them again? 4 My dear one withdrew his hand from the hole of the door,And my feelings for him were stirred. 5 I got up to open to my dear one;My hands dripped with myrrh,And my fingers with liquid myrrh,Onto the handles of the lock. 6 I opened to my dear one,But my dear one had turned away, he had gone.I felt despair when he departed.I sought him, but I did not find him.gI called him, but he did not answer me. 7 The watchmen making their rounds in the city found me.They struck me, they wounded me.The watchmen of the walls took my shawl* away from me. 8 I put you under oath, O daughters of Jerusalem:If you find my dear one,Tell him that I am lovesick.” 9 “How is your dear one better than any other dear one,You most beautiful of women?How is your dear one better than any other dear one,