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2 I slept and my heart waked: the voice of my beloved knocks at the door; Open to me, my sister, my friend, my dove, my perfect one: my head was filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night. 3 I put off my tunic, and how shall I put it on? I washed my feet; how shall I defile them? 4 My beloved sent his hand from the hole, and my bowels were disquieted for him. 5 I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dropped myrrh, and my fingers, myrrh overflowing upon the hands of the bolt. 6 I opened to my beloved, and my beloved turned about, he passed away: my soul went forth in his speaking: I sought and I found him not; I called him and he answered me not. Song of Solomon 5:2-6, Smith's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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