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1 I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have plucked my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends, drink, and drink freely, O beloved ones! 2 I was asleep, and my heart was aroused. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. For my head is full of dew, my locks of the drops of the night.” 3 I have taken off my garment—how do I put it on? I have washed my feet—how do I soil them? 4 My beloved stretched out his hand to the latch, and my bowels murmered for him. 5 I arose to open up for my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers covered over with myrrh on the palms of the bolt. 6 I opened for my beloved, and my beloved had turned away and had gone! My heart went forth at his speaking. I sought him, and could not find him; I called to him, and he did not answer me. 7 The guards found me in their going round about the city. They struck me, they bruised me, the guards of the walls; they lifted my wrap from me. Song of Solomon 5:1-7, Berean Literal Bible. Public domain.
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