ECB(i)
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THE MAN
I come into my garden, my sister bride; I pluck my myrrh with my spice; I eat my honey of the forest with my honey; I drink my wine with my milk; eat, O friends; drink and intoxicate, O beloved. 2
THE WOMAN QUOTES THE MAN
I sleep, but my heart wakens; the voice of my beloved knocks, Open to me, my sister, my friend, my dove, my integrious; for my head fills with dewdrops - my locks with the dewdrops of the night. 3 I strip my coat; how enrobe I? I wash my feet; how foul I? 4
THE WOMAN SPEAKS FOR HERSELF
My beloved spreads his hand by the hole and my inwards roar for him. 5 I rise to open to my beloved; my hands drip myrrh - my fingers with myrrh; it passes on the palms of the lock. 6 I open to my beloved; but my beloved withdraws; he passes on; my soul fails when he words: I seek him, but I find him not; I call him, but he answers not. 7 The guards surrounding the city find me, they smite me; they wound me: the guards of the walls lift my veil from me. 8 I oath you, O daughters of Yeru Shalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him, I am worn from love. 9
THE DAUGHTERS
What is your beloved more than beloved, O you beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than beloved, that you thus oath us? 10
THE WOMAN
My beloved is clear and red; the bannerbearer among myriads: 11 his head, as ore of pure gold; his locks, as pendulous and black as a raven; 12 his eyes, as doves by the reservoirs of waters bathed with milk and set in fulness; 13 his cheeks, as furrows of spices; as towers of spices; his lips, as lilies dripping, passing myrrh; 14 his hands, as gold rings filled with beryl; his inwards, as fabricated ivory covered with sapphires; 15 his legs, as pillars of white marble founded on sockets of pure gold; his visage, as Lebanon; as select cedars; 16 his palate, sweet: yes, he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Yeru Shalem.
THE MAN
I come into my garden, my sister bride; I pluck my myrrh with my spice; I eat my honey of the forest with my honey; I drink my wine with my milk; eat, O friends; drink and intoxicate, O beloved. 2
THE WOMAN QUOTES THE MAN
I sleep, but my heart wakens; the voice of my beloved knocks, Open to me, my sister, my friend, my dove, my integrious; for my head fills with dewdrops - my locks with the dewdrops of the night. 3 I strip my coat; how enrobe I? I wash my feet; how foul I? 4
THE WOMAN SPEAKS FOR HERSELF
My beloved spreads his hand by the hole and my inwards roar for him. 5 I rise to open to my beloved; my hands drip myrrh - my fingers with myrrh; it passes on the palms of the lock. 6 I open to my beloved; but my beloved withdraws; he passes on; my soul fails when he words: I seek him, but I find him not; I call him, but he answers not. 7 The guards surrounding the city find me, they smite me; they wound me: the guards of the walls lift my veil from me. 8 I oath you, O daughters of Yeru Shalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him, I am worn from love. 9
THE DAUGHTERS
What is your beloved more than beloved, O you beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than beloved, that you thus oath us? 10
THE WOMAN
My beloved is clear and red; the bannerbearer among myriads: 11 his head, as ore of pure gold; his locks, as pendulous and black as a raven; 12 his eyes, as doves by the reservoirs of waters bathed with milk and set in fulness; 13 his cheeks, as furrows of spices; as towers of spices; his lips, as lilies dripping, passing myrrh; 14 his hands, as gold rings filled with beryl; his inwards, as fabricated ivory covered with sapphires; 15 his legs, as pillars of white marble founded on sockets of pure gold; his visage, as Lebanon; as select cedars; 16 his palate, sweet: yes, he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Yeru Shalem.