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Title:       Old Testament, The
Book:        Song Of Solomon
Author:      Various
Date:        1885

Chapter 5

     I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride:
     I have gathered my myrrh with my ^1 spice;
     I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
     I have drunk my wine with my milk.
     Eat, O friends;
     Drink, yea, drink abundantly, ^2 O beloved.

[Footnote 1: Or, balsam]

[Footnote 2: Or, of love]

     I ^3 was asleep, but my heart waked:
     It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying,
     Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my ^4 undefiled;
     For my head is filled with dew,
     My locks with the drops of the night.
     I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on?
     I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
     My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,
     And my ^5 heart was moved for him.
     I rose up to open to my beloved;
     And my hands dropped with myrrh,
     And my fingers with liquid myrrh,
     Upon the handles of the bolt.
     I opened to my beloved;
     But my beloved had ^6 withdrawn himself, and was gone.
     My soul ^7 had failed me when he spake:
     I sought him, but I could not find him;
     I called him, but he gave me no answer.
     The watchmen that go about the city found me,
     They smote me, they wounded me;
     The keepers of the walls took away my ^8 mantle from me.
     I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
     If ye find my beloved,
     ^9 That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.

[Footnote 3: Or, sleep, but my heart waketh]

[Footnote 4: Heb. perfect.]

[Footnote 5: Heb. bowels.]

[Footnote 6: Or, turned away]

[Footnote 7: Heb. went forth.]

[Footnote 8: Or, veil]

[Footnote 9: Heb. What will ye tell him?  That &c.]

     What is thy beloved more than another beloved,
     O thou fairest among women?
     What is thy beloved more than another beloved,
     That thou dost so adjure us?

     My beloved is white and ruddy,
     ^10 The chiefest among ten thousand.
     His head is as the most fine gold;
     His locks are ^11 bushy, and black as a raven.
     His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks,
     Washed with milk, and ^12 fitly set.
     His cheeks are as a bed of ^1 spices,
     As ^13 banks of sweet herbs:
     His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
     His hands are as ^14 rings of gold set with ^15 beryl:
     His body is as ^16 ivory work ^17 overlaid with sapphires.
     His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:
     His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
     His ^18 mouth is most sweet;
     Yea, he is altogether lovely.
     This is my beloved, and this is my friend,
     O daughters of Jerusalem.

[Footnote 10: Heb. Marked out by a banner.]

[Footnote 11: Or, curling]

[Footnote 12: Or, sitting by full streams]

[Footnote 1: Or, balsam]

[Footnote 13: Or, towers of perfumes]

[Footnote 14: Or, cylinders]

[Footnote 15: Or, topaz]

[Footnote 16: Or, bright ivory]

[Footnote 17: Or, encrusted]

[Footnote 18: Or, speech Heb. palate.]