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| 5:1 | I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse, I haue gathered my Myrrhe with my spice, I haue eaten my honie combe with my hony, I haue drunke my wine with my milke: eate, O friends, drinke, yea drinke abundantly, O beloued! |
| 5:2 | I sleepe, but my heart waketh: it is the voyce of my beloued that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for my head is filled with dewe, and my lockes with the drops of the night. |
| 5:3 | I haue put off my coate, how shall I put it on? I haue washed my feete, how shall I defile them? |
| 5:4 | My beloued put in his hand by the hole of the dore, and my bowels were moued for him. |
| 5:5 | I rose vp to open to my beloued, and my hands dropped with myrrhe, and my fingers with sweete smelling myrrhe, vpon the handles of the locke. |
| 5:6 | I opened to my beloued, but my beloued had with drawen himselfe, and was gone: my soule failed when hee spake: I sought him, but I could not find him: I called him, but he gaue me no answere. |
| 5:7 | The watchmen that went about the citie, found me, they smote me, they wounded me, the keepers of the walles tooke away my vaile from me. |
| 5:8 | I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if ye find my beloued, that yee tell him, that I am sicke of loue. |
| 5:9 | What is thy beloued more then another beloued, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloued more then another beloued, that thou doest so charge vs? |
| 5:10 | My beloued is white and ruddy, the chiefest among tenne thousand. |
| 5:11 | His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and blacke as a Rauen. |
| 5:12 | His eyes are as the eyes of doues by the riuers of water, washed with milk, and fitly set. |
| 5:13 | His cheekes are as a bed of spices, as sweete flowers: his lippes like lillies, dropping sweete smelling myrrhe. |
| 5:14 | His hands are as gold rings set with the Berill: His belly is as bright iuorie, ouerlayd with Saphires. |
| 5:15 | His legges are as pillars of marble, set vpon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the Cedars. |
| 5:16 | His mouth is most sweete, yea he is altogether louely. This is my beloued, and this is my friend, O daughters of Ierusalem. |
| 5:1 | I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I haue gathered my Myrre with my spice: I haue eate hony with my hony combe, I haue drunke my wine with my milke: Eate O ye frendes, drinke and be merie O ye beloued |
| 5:2 | I am a sleepe, but my heart is waking: I heare the voyce of my beloued when he knocketh, saying, Open to me O my sister, my loue, my doue, my dearling: for my head is full of deawe, and the lockes of my heere are full of the nyght doppes |
| 5:3 | I haue put of my coate, howe can I do it on agayne? I haue washed my feete, howe shall I fyle them agayne |
| 5:4 | My loue put in his hande at the hole, and my heart was moued within me |
| 5:5 | I stoode vp to open vnto my beloued, and my handes dropped with Myrre, & the Myrre ranne downe my fingers vpon the locke |
| 5:6 | I opened vnto my beloued, but he was departed and gone his way: Now whe he spake, my heart was gone: I sought him, but I coulde not finde him: I cryed vpon hym, neuerthelesse he gaue me no aunswere |
| 5:7 | So the watchmen that went about the citie, founde me, smote me, and wounded me: yea they that kept the walles toke away my kerchaffe from me |
| 5:8 | I charge you therfore O ye daughters of Hierusalem, yf ye fynde my beloued, that ye tell hym howe that I am sicke for loue |
| 5:9 | What maner of man is thy loue aboue other louers, O thou fairest among women? Or what can thy loue do more then other louers, that thou chargest vs so straytly |
| 5:10 | As for my loue, he is whyte and red coloured, a goodly person among tenne thousande |
| 5:11 | His head is as the most fine golde, the lockes of his heere are busshed, & blacke as a crowe |
| 5:12 | His eyes are as the eyes of doues by the water brookes as though they were wasshed with mylke, and are set lyke pearles in golde |
| 5:13 | His cheekes are lyke a garden bed, wherin the Apothecaries plant all maner of sweete thynges. His lippes are lyke lilies that droppe sweete smellyng Myrre |
| 5:14 | His handes are lyke golde rynges, hauyng inclosed the precious stone of Tharsis. His body is as the pure iuorie, dect ouer with Saphires |
| 5:15 | His legges are as the pillers of Marble set vpon sockettes of golde. His face is as Libanus: and as the beautie of the Cedar trees |
| 5:16 | The wordes of his mouth are sweete: yea he is altogether louely: Such a one is my loue O ye daughters of Hierusalem, such a one is my loue |
| 5:1 | I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I gathered my myrrhe with my spice: I ate mine hony combe with mine hony, I dranke my wine with my milke: eate, O friends, drinke, and make you merie, O welbeloued. |
| 5:2 | I sleepe, but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my welbeloued that knocketh, saying, Open vnto mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for mine head is full of dewe, and my lockes with the droppes of the night. |
| 5:3 | I haue put off my coate, howe shall I put it on? I haue washed my feete, howe shall I defile them? |
| 5:4 | My welbeloued put in his hand by the hole of the doore, and mine heart was affectioned toward him. |
| 5:5 | I rose vp to open to my welbeloued, and mine hands did drop downe myrrhe, and my fingers pure myrrhe vpon the handels of the barre. |
| 5:6 | I opened to my welbeloued: but my welbeloued was gone, and past: mine heart was gone when hee did speake: I sought him, but I coulde not finde him: I called him, but hee answered mee not. |
| 5:7 | The watchmen that went about the citie, founde me: they smote me and wounded me: the watchmen of the walles tooke away my vaile from me. |
| 5:8 | I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke of loue. |
| 5:9 | O the fairest among women, what is thy welbeloued more then other welbeloued? what is thy welbeloued more then another louer, that thou doest so charge vs? |
| 5:10 | My welbeloued is white and ruddie, the chiefest of ten thousand. |
| 5:11 | His head is as fine golde, his lockes curled, and blacke as a rauen. |
| 5:12 | His eyes are like doues vpon the riuers of waters, which are washt with milke, and remaine by the full vessels. |
| 5:13 | His cheekes are as a bedde of spices, and as sweete flowres, and his lippes like lilies dropping downe pure myrrhe. |
| 5:14 | His hands as rings of gold set with the chrysolite, his belly like white yuorie couered with saphirs. |
| 5:15 | His legges are as pillars of marble, set vpon sockets of fine golde: his countenance as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. |
| 5:16 | His mouth is as sweete thinges, and hee is wholy delectable: this is my welbeloued, and this is my louer, O daughters of Ierusalem. (Song of Solomon : ) O the fairest among women, whither is thy welbeloued gone? whither is thy welbeloued turned aside, that we may seeke him with thee? |
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