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5 I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh. 6 I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me. Song of Solomon 5:5-6, Douay-Rheims Bible. Public domain.
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