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I 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 undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, (my) bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
His head is (as) the most fine gold; His locks are bushy, (and) black as a raven.
My dove, my undefiled, is (but) one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; (Yea), the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
His branches shall spread, and his beauty shall be as the olive-tree, and his smell as Lebanon.
Behold, I stand at the door and knock: if any man hear my voice and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.