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|Cantares 5:1|I come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I gather my myrrh with my spice, I eat my honeycomb with my honey, I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, friends, drink, and be drunk with love.
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|Cantares 5:2|I slept, but my heart was awake. Listen! my beloved is knocking. “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.”
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|Cantares 5:3|I had put off my garment; how could I put it on again? I had bathed my feet; how could I soil them?
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|Cantares 5:4|My beloved thrust his hand into the opening, and my inmost being yearned for him.
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|Cantares 5:5|I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.
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|Cantares 5:6|I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and was gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but did not find him; I called him, but he gave no answer.
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|Cantares 5:7|Making their rounds in the city the sentinels found me; they beat me, they wounded me, they took away my mantle, those sentinels of the walls.
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|Cantares 5:8|I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, tell him this: I am faint with love.
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|Cantares 5:9|What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us?
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|Cantares 5:10|My beloved is all radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.
