Song of Solomon 5:2-8
The Bride

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.

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3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

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4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door], and my bowels were moved for him.

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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.

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6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, [and] was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

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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.

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8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I [am] sick of love.

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