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 <div class="label">5</div><div class="sp">Man</div><div class="q1"> 1I have come to&#160;my&#160;garden&#160;&#8212;&#160;my&#160;sister, my&#160;bride.</div><div class="q">I gather&#160; # 5:1 Lit pluck my&#160;myrrh with&#160;my&#160;spices.</div><div class="q">I eat my&#160;honeycomb with&#160;my&#160;honey.</div><div class="q">I drink my&#160;wine with&#160;my&#160;milk.</div><div class="sp">Narrator</div><div class="q">Eat, friends!</div><div class="q">Drink, be&#160;intoxicated with&#160;caresses!&#160; # 5:1 Or Drink your fill, lovers,# 5:1 Pr 5:19</div><div class="sp">Woman</div><div class="q1"> 2I was sleeping, but&#160;my&#160;heart was&#160;awake.</div><div class="q">A sound! My&#160;love was&#160;knocking!&#160; # 5:2 Sg 2:8</div><div class="sp">Man</div><div class="q">Open to me, my&#160;sister, my&#160;darling,</div><div class="q">my dove, my&#160;perfect&#160;one.</div><div class="q">For my head is&#160;drenched with&#160;dew,</div><div class="q">my hair with&#160;droplets of&#160;the&#160;night.</div><div class="sp">Woman</div><div class="q1"> 3I have taken off my&#160;clothing.&#160; # 5:3 Lk 11:7</div><div class="q">How can I put it back&#160;on?</div><div class="q">I have washed my&#160;feet.</div><div class="q">How can I get them dirty?</div><div class="q1"> 4My love thrust his&#160;hand through&#160;the&#160;opening,</div><div class="q">and my feelings were&#160;stirred for&#160;him.</div><div class="q1"> 5I rose to open for&#160;my&#160;love.</div><div class="q">My hands dripped with&#160;myrrh,&#160; # 5:5 Sg 5:13</div><div class="q">my fingers with&#160;flowing&#160;myrrh</div><div class="q">on the handles of&#160;the&#160;bolt.</div><div class="q1"> 6I opened to&#160;my&#160;love,</div><div class="q">but my love had&#160;turned and&#160;gone&#160;away.</div><div class="q">My heart sank&#160; # 5:6 Lit My soul went out because he&#160;had&#160;left.&#160; # 5:6 Or spoken</div><div class="q">I sought him, but did&#160;not find&#160;him.&#160; # 5:6 Sg 3:1&#8211;2</div><div class="q">I called him, but he did&#160;not&#160;answer.</div><div class="q1"> 7The guards who go about&#160;the&#160;city found&#160;me.&#160; # 5:7 Sg 3:3</div><div class="q">They beat and wounded&#160;me;</div><div class="q">they took my&#160;cloak&#160; # 5:7 Or veil, or shawl from&#160;me&#160;&#8212;</div><div class="q">the guardians of&#160;the&#160;walls.&#160; # 5:7 Sg 8:9&#8211;10</div><div class="q1"> 8Young women of&#160;Jerusalem, I&#160;charge&#160;you,&#160; # 5:8 Sg 2:7; 3:5; 8:4</div><div class="q">if you find my&#160;love,</div><div class="q">tell him that I&#160;am&#160;lovesick.&#160; # 5:8 Sg 2:5</div><div class="sp">Young Women</div><div class="q1"> 9What makes the&#160;one you&#160;love better than&#160;another,</div><div class="q">most beautiful of&#160;women?&#160; # 5:9 Sg 1:8; 6:1</div><div class="q">What makes him better than&#160;another,</div><div class="q">that you would give us this&#160;charge?</div><div class="sp">Woman</div><div class="q1"> 10My love is fit and&#160;strong,&#160; # 5:10 Or is radiant and ruddy,# 5:10 1Sm 16:12</div><div class="q">notable among ten&#160;thousand.&#160; # 5:10 Ps 45:2</div><div class="q1"> 11His head is purest&#160;gold.</div><div class="q">His hair is&#160;wavy&#160; # 5:11 Or is like palm leaves; Hb obscure,# 5:11 Sg 5:2</div><div class="q">and black as&#160;a&#160;raven.</div><div class="q1"> 12His eyes are like&#160;doves&#160; # 5:12 Sg 1:15; 4:1</div><div class="q">beside flowing streams,</div><div class="q">washed in&#160;milk</div><div class="q">and set like&#160;jewels.&#160; # 5:12 Lit milk sitting in fullness</div><div class="q1"> 13His cheeks&#160; # 5:13 Sg 1:10 are like&#160;beds of&#160;spice,</div><div class="q">mounds of&#160; # 5:13 LXX, Vg read spice, yielding &#160;perfume.</div><div class="q">His lips are&#160;lilies,</div><div class="q">dripping with flowing&#160;myrrh.&#160; # 5:13 Sg 5:5</div><div class="q1"> 14His arms&#160; # 5:14 Lit hands are&#160;rods of&#160;gold</div><div class="q">set&#160; # 5:14 Lit filled; Sg 5:2,12 with&#160;beryl.&#160; # 5:14 Ex 28:20; 39:13; Ezk 1:16</div><div class="q">His body&#160; # 5:14 Lit abdomen is an&#160;ivory&#160;panel</div><div class="q">covered with&#160;lapis lazuli.&#160; # 5:14 Ex 24:10</div><div class="q1"> 15His legs are alabaster&#160;pillars</div><div class="q">set on pedestals of&#160;pure&#160;gold.</div><div class="q">His presence is like&#160;Lebanon,&#160; # 5:15 Sg 7:4&#8211;5</div><div class="q">as majestic as&#160;the&#160;cedars.&#160; # 5:15 1Kg 4:33</div><div class="q1"> 16His mouth is&#160;sweetness.</div><div class="q">He is absolutely&#160;desirable.&#160; # 5:16 Sg 4:7</div><div class="q">This is my love, and&#160;this&#160;is my&#160;friend,</div><div class="q">young women of&#160;Jerusalem.</div>
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I have come to my garden — my sister, my bride.
I gather  my myrrh with my spices.
I eat my honeycomb with my honey.
I drink my wine with my milk.

Eat, friends!
Drink, be intoxicated with caresses!  ,

I was sleeping, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My love was knocking! 

Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my perfect one.
For my head is drenched with dew,
my hair with droplets of the night.

I have taken off my clothing. 
How can I put it back on?
I have washed my feet.
How can I get them dirty?
My love thrust his hand through the opening,
and my feelings were stirred for him.
I rose to open for my love.
My hands dripped with myrrh, 
my fingers with flowing myrrh
on the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my love,
but my love had turned and gone away.
My heart sank  because he had left. 
I sought him, but did not find him. 
I called him, but he did not answer.
The guards who go about the city found me. 
They beat and wounded me;
they took my cloak  from me —
the guardians of the walls. 
Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you, 
if you find my love,
tell him that I am lovesick. 

What makes the one you love better than another,
most beautiful of women? 
What makes him better than another,
that you would give us this charge?

My love is fit and strong,  ,
notable among ten thousand. 
His head is purest gold.
His hair is wavy  ,
and black as a raven.
His eyes are like doves 
beside flowing streams,
washed in milk
and set like jewels. 
His cheeks  are like beds of spice,
mounds of   perfume.
His lips are lilies,
dripping with flowing myrrh. 
His arms  are rods of gold
set  with beryl. 
His body  is an ivory panel
covered with lapis lazuli. 
His legs are alabaster pillars
set on pedestals of pure gold.
His presence is like Lebanon, 
as majestic as the cedars. 
His mouth is sweetness.
He is absolutely desirable. 
This is my love, and this is my friend,
young women of Jerusalem.

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