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The Lover

I’ve come into my garden, my sister, my[a] bride;
I’ve gathered my myrrh with my spices.
I’ve eaten my honeycomb with my honey.
I’ve drunk my wine with my milk.

Eat, friends!
    Drink and become drunk with love.

The Loved One

I was asleep, but my heart was awake.
    There’s a sound! My beloved is knocking.

The Lover

“Open up for me, my sister, my darling,
    my dove, my perfect one.
For my head is drenched with dew,
    my hair with the dampness of the night.”

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 5:1 The Heb. lacks my