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The Shulamite I sleep, but my heart is awake; It is the voice of my beloved! He knocks, saying, "Open for me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one; For my head is covered with dew, My locks with the drops of the night."
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I have taken off my robe; How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet; How can I defile them?
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My beloved put his hand By the latch of the door, And my heart yearned for him.
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I arose to open for my beloved, And my hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
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I opened for my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and was gone. My heart leaped up when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
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The watchmen who went about the city found me. They struck me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls Took my veil away from me.
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I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, That you tell him I am lovesick!
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The Daughters of Jerusalem What is your beloved More than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved More than another beloved, That you so charge us?
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The Shulamite My beloved is white and ruddy, Chief among ten thousand.
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His head is like the finest gold; His locks are wavy, And black as a raven.
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His eyes are like doves By the rivers of waters, Washed with milk, And fitly set.