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| 5:1 | I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. |
| 5:2 | I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. |
| 5:3 | I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? |
| 5:4 | My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. |
| 5:5 | I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. |
| 5:6 | I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. |
| 5:7 | The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. |
| 5:8 | I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love. |
| 5:9 | What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us? |
| 5:10 | My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. |
| 5:11 | His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven. |
| 5:12 | His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. |
| 5:13 | His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. |
| 5:14 | His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. |
| 5:15 | His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. |
| 5:16 | His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. |
| 5:1 | באתי לגני אחתי כלה אריתי מורי עם בשׂמי אכלתי יערי עם דבשׁי שׁתיתי ייני עם חלבי אכלו רעים שׁתו ושׁכרו דודים׃ |
| 5:2 | אני ישׁנה ולבי ער קול דודי דופק פתחי לי אחתי רעיתי יונתי תמתי שׁראשׁי נמלא טל קוצותי רסיסי לילה׃ |
| 5:3 | פשׁטתי את כתנתי איככה אלבשׁנה רחצתי את רגלי איככה אטנפם׃ |
| 5:4 | דודי שׁלח ידו מן החר ומעי המו עליו׃ |
| 5:5 | קמתי אני לפתח לדודי וידי נטפו מור ואצבעתי מור עבר על כפות המנעול׃ |
| 5:6 | פתחתי אני לדודי ודודי חמק עבר נפשׁי יצאה בדברו בקשׁתיהו ולא מצאתיהו קראתיו ולא ענני׃ |
| 5:7 | מצאני השׁמרים הסבבים בעיר הכוני פצעוני נשׂאו את רדידי מעלי שׁמרי החמות׃ |
| 5:8 | השׁבעתי אתכם בנות ירושׁלם אם תמצאו את דודי מה תגידו לו שׁחולת אהבה אני׃ |
| 5:9 | מה דודך מדוד היפה בנשׁים מה דודך מדוד שׁככה השׁבעתנו׃ |
| 5:10 | דודי צח ואדום דגול מרבבה׃ |
| 5:11 | ראשׁו כתם פז קוצותיו תלתלים שׁחרות כעורב׃ |
| 5:12 | עיניו כיונים על אפיקי מים רחצות בחלב ישׁבות על מלאת׃ |
| 5:13 | לחיו כערוגת הבשׂם מגדלות מרקחים שׂפתותיו שׁושׁנים נטפות מור עבר׃ |
| 5:14 | ידיו גלילי זהב ממלאים בתרשׁישׁ מעיו עשׁת שׁן מעלפת ספירים׃ |
| 5:15 | שׁוקיו עמודי שׁשׁ מיסדים על אדני פז מראהו כלבנון בחור כארזים׃ |
| 5:16 | חכו ממתקים וכלו מחמדים זה דודי וזה רעי בנות ירושׁלם׃ |
| 5:1 | I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones! |
| 5:2 | I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! `Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled `with' dew, My locks `with' drops of the night.' |
| 5:3 | I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them? |
| 5:4 | My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him. |
| 5:5 | I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock. |
| 5:6 | I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew -- he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not. |
| 5:7 | The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me. |
| 5:8 | I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved -- What do ye tell him? that I `am' sick with love! |
| 5:9 | What `is' thy beloved above `any' beloved, O fair among women? What `is' thy beloved above `any' beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us? |
| 5:10 | My beloved `is' clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad! |
| 5:11 | His head `is' pure gold -- fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven, |
| 5:12 | His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness. |
| 5:13 | His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips `are' lilies, dropping flowing myrrh, |
| 5:14 | His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires, |
| 5:15 | His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars. |
| 5:16 | His mouth is sweetness -- and all of him desirable, This `is' my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem! |
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