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I have come into My garden, My sister, [My] spouse; 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. 
I sleep, but my heart is awake. [It is] the sound of my Beloved that knocks, [saying], 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. 
I have put off My coat; How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? 
My Beloved put in His hand by the hole [of the door], and my heart was moved for Him. 
I rose up to open to my Beloved; and my hands dripped [with] myrrh, and my fingers flowing [with] myrrh on the handles of the bolt. 
I opened to my Beloved, but my Beloved had left. He passed on. My soul went out when He spoke; I sought Him, but I could not find Him. I called Him, but He did not answer me. 
The watchmen who went about the city found me [and] struck me; they wounded me. The keepers of the wall lifted my veil from me. 
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my Beloved, what do you tell Him? That I [am] sick [with] love. 
What [is] your Beloved more than [another] beloved, most beautiful among women? What [is] your Beloved more than [another] beloved, that you adjure us so? 
My Beloved [is] bright and ruddy, standing out among ten thousand. 
His head [is like] refined gold; His locks [are] bushy, black as a raven. 
His eyes [are] as doves' [eyes] on the rivers of waters, washed with milk, sitting on a setting. 
His cheeks [are] like a bed of spices, a raised bed of aromatic herbs. His lips [are as] lilies dropping flowing myrrh. 
His hands [are like] rings of gold filled with jewels; His body an ivory plate overlaid with sapphires. 
His legs [are like] pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold; His face [is like] Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. 
His mouth [is] most sweet; yes, He [is] altogether lovely. This [is] my Beloved, and this [is] my Friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. 

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I have come into My garden, My sister, [My] spouse; 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. 
I sleep, but my heart is awake. [It is] the sound of my Beloved that knocks, [saying], 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. 
I have put off My coat; How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? 
My Beloved put in His hand by the hole [of the door], and my heart was moved for Him. 
I rose up to open to my Beloved; and my hands dripped [with] myrrh, and my fingers flowing [with] myrrh on the handles of the bolt. 
I opened to my Beloved, but my Beloved had left. He passed on. My soul went out when He spoke; I sought Him, but I could not find Him. I called Him, but He did not answer me. 
The watchmen who went about the city found me [and] struck me; they wounded me. The keepers of the wall lifted my veil from me. 
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my Beloved, what do you tell Him? That I [am] sick [with] love. 
What [is] your Beloved more than [another] beloved, most beautiful among women? What [is] your Beloved more than [another] beloved, that you adjure us so? 
My Beloved [is] bright and ruddy, standing out among ten thousand. 
His head [is like] refined gold; His locks [are] bushy, black as a raven. 
His eyes [are] as doves' [eyes] on the rivers of waters, washed with milk, sitting on a setting. 
His cheeks [are] like a bed of spices, a raised bed of aromatic herbs. His lips [are as] lilies dropping flowing myrrh. 
His hands [are like] rings of gold filled with jewels; His body an ivory plate overlaid with sapphires. 
His legs [are like] pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold; His face [is like] Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. 
His mouth [is] most sweet; yes, He [is] altogether lovely. This [is] my Beloved, and this [is] my Friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. 

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