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THE SONG OF SONGS
5.16
- With all trees of frankincense;
- Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
- 15Thou art a fountain of gardens,
- A well of living waters,
- And flowing streams from Lebanon.
- 16Awake, O north wind;
- And come, thou south;
- Blow upon my garden,
- That the spices thereof may flow out.
- Let my beloved come into his garden,
- And eat his precious fruits.
- 5 I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride;
- I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
- I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
- I have drunk my wine with my milk.
- Eat, O friends;
- Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
- 2I sleep, but my heart waketh;
- Hark! my beloved knocketh:
- 'Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled;
- For my head is filled with dew,
- My locks with the drops of the night.'
- 3I have put off my coat;
- How shall I put it on?
- I have washed my feet;
- How shall I defile them?
- 4My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,
- And my heart was moved for him.
- 5I rose up to open to my beloved;
- And my hands dropped with myrrh,
- And my fingers with flowing myrrh,
- Upon the handles of the bar.
- 6I opened to my beloved;
- But my beloved had turned away, and was gone.
- My soul failed me when he spoke.
- I sought him, but I could not find him;
- I called him, but he gave me no answer.
- 7The watchmen that go about the city found me,
- They smote me, they wounded me;
- The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
- 8'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
- If ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him?
- That I am love-sick.'
- 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 adjure us?'
- 10'My beloved is white and ruddy,
- Pre-eminent above ten thousand.
- 11His head is as the most fine gold,
- His locks are curled,
- And black as a raven.
- 12His eyes are like doves
- Beside the water-brooks;
- Washed with milk,
- And fitly set.
- 13His cheeks are as a bed of spices,
- As banks of sweet herbs;
- His lips are as lilies,
- Dropping with flowing myrrh.
- 14His hands are as rods of gold
- Set with beryl;
- His body is as polished ivory
- Overlaid with sapphires.
- 15His legs are as pillars of marble,
- Set upon sockets of fine gold;
- His aspect is like Lebanon,
- Excellent as the cedars.
- 16His mouth is most sweet;
- Yea, he is altogether lovely.
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