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The Song of Songs Chapter 5 | Parsha:

1I have come to my garden,
My own, my bride;
I have plucked my myrrh and spice,
Eaten my honey and honeycomb,
Drunk my wine and my milk.
Eat, lovers, and drink:
Drink deep of love!

2I was asleep,
But my heart was wakeful.
Hark, my beloved knocks!
“Let me in, my own,
My darling, my faultless dove!
For my head is drenched with dew,
My locks with the damp of night.”

3I had taken off my robe—
Was I to don it again?
I had bathed my feet—
Was I to soil them again?

4My beloved took his hand off the latch,
And my heart was stirred for him.

5I rose to let in my beloved;
My hands dripped myrrh—
My fingers, flowing myrrh—
Upon the handles of the bolt.

6I opened the door for my beloved,
But my beloved had turned and gone.
I was faint because of what he said.
I sought, but found him not;
I called, but he did not answer.

7I met the watchmen
Who patrol the town;
They struck me, they bruised me.
The guards of the walls
Stripped me of my mantle.

8I adjure you, O maidens of Jerusalem!
If you meet my beloved, tell him this:
That I am faint with love.

9How is your beloved better than another,
O fairest of women?
How is your beloved better than another
That you adjure us so?

10My beloved is clear-skinned and ruddy,
Preeminent among ten thousand.

11His head is finest gold,
His locks are curled
And black as a raven.

12His eyes are like doves
By watercourses,
Bathed in milk,
Set by a brimming pool.

13His cheeks are like beds of spices,
Banks of perfume
His lips are like lilies;
They drip flowing myrrh.

14His hands are rods of gold,
Studded with beryl;
His belly a tablet of ivory,
Adorned with sapphires.

15His legs are like marble pillars
Set in sockets of fine gold.
He is majestic as Lebanon,
Stately as the cedars.

16His mouth is delicious
And all of him is delightful.
Such is my beloved,
Such is my darling,
O maidens of Jerusalem!

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