Song of Songs 5:1-Song of Songs 6:3 - The Young Woman Dreams Of Marriage With Her Husband
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I gather
I eat my honeycomb with my honey.
I drink my wine with my milk.
Drink, be intoxicated with love!
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A sound! My love is knocking!
my dove, my perfect one.
For my head is drenched with dew,
my hair with droplets of the night.
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How can I put it back on?
I have washed my feet.
How can I get them dirty?
and my feelings were stirred for him.
My hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh
on the handles of the bolt.
but my love had turned and gone away.
I was crushed
I sought him, but did not find him.
I called him, but he did not answer.
They beat and wounded me;
they took my cloak
the guardians of the walls.
if you find my love,
tell him that I am lovesick.
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most beautiful of women?
What makes him better than another,
that you would give us this charge?
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notable among ten thousand.
His hair is wavy
and black as a raven.
beside streams of water,
washed in milk
and set like jewels.
towers of
His lips are lilies,
dripping with flowing myrrh.
set
His body
covered with sapphires.
set on pedestals of pure gold.
His presence is like Lebanon,
as majestic as the cedars.
He is absolutely desirable.
This is my love, and this is my friend,
young women of Jerusalem.
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most beautiful of women?
Which way has he
We will seek him with you.
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to beds of spice,
to feed in the gardens
and gather lilies.
he feeds among the lilies.