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5:1 I come to my garden, my sister, my bride, I gather my myrrh with my spice, I eat my honeycomb with my honey, I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink: drink deeply, O lovers! 5:2 I slept, but my heart was awake. Hark! my beloved is knocking.'Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.' 5:3 I had put off my garment, how could I put it on? I had bathed my feet, how could I soil them? 5:4 My beloved put his hand to the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me. 5:5 I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt. 5:6 I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but found him not;I called him, but he gave no answer. 5:7 The watchmen found me, as they went about in the city;they beat me, they wounded me, they took away my mantle, those watchmen of the walls. 5:8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love. 5:9 What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us? 5:10 My beloved is all radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand. 5:11 His head is the finest gold;his locks are wavy, black as a raven. 5:12 His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, bathed in milk, fitly set. 5:13 His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding fragrance. His lips are lilies, distilling liquid myrrh. 5:14 His arms are rounded gold, set with jewels. His body is ivory work, encrusted with sapphires. 5:15 His legs are alabaster columns, set upon bases of gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars. 5:16 His speech is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.