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5* —I come into my garden, my sister, bride, gather my myrrh with my balsam, Eat my honeycomb with my honey, drink my wine with my milk. —Eat, friend, drink and carouse, truelove! 2 I was asleep but my heart was awake: the sound of my truelove knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my sweetheart, my dove, my ideal, Because my head has got full of dew, my locks of night drops.” 3 “I have taken off my tunic; how can I put it on? I have washed my feet; how can I soil them?” 4 My truelove put his hand through the hole and my bosom was in a turmoil over him. 5 I stood up to open for my truelove, and my hands were dripping with myrrh And my fingers with myrrh that went over to the handles of the bolt. 6 I did open for my truelove, but my truelove had turned round and gone. The life had gone out of me at his speaking; I looked for him and did not find him, called him and he did not answer me. 7 The guards that go round in the city found me, beat me, wounded me; The guards of the walls took my mantle off me. 8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my truelove, To what you are to tell him: that I am breaking down with love. 9 “What sort of truelove is yours, most beautiful among women? What sort of truelove is yours, that you adjure us like that?” 10 My truelove is white and red, outstanding among ten thousand. 11* His head is nuggets of red gold; his locks are waving, black as a raven. 12* His eyes are like doves by dingles of water, bathed in milk and laid in settings. 13 His cheeks are like beds of sweet herbs growing perfumers’ stock; His lips are lilies that drip flowing myrrh. 14 His arms are cylinders of gold set with jasper; His waist is a block of ivory overspread with sapphires. 15 His legs are pillars of marble resting on bases of red gold. The look of him is like the Lebanon, admirable as the cedars. 16* His talk is luscious and everything about him fascinating. This is my truelove and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.