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2 I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night. 3 -- I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? -- 4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door]; And my bowels yearned for him. 5 I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock. 6 I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer. Song of Solomon 5:2-6, Darby Bible Translation. Public domain.
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