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Song of Songs 5:2-8

Song of Songs 5:2-8 CSB

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. 

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