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Chapter 5

M(A) I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride;
    I gather my myrrh with my spices,
I eat my honeycomb with my honey,
    I drink my wine with my milk.
D? Eat, friends; drink!
    Drink deeply, lovers![a]

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W(B) I was sleeping, but my heart was awake.[b]
    The sound of my lover knocking!
“Open to me, my sister, my friend,
    my dove, my perfect one!
For my head is wet with dew,
    my hair, with the moisture of the night.”

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Footnotes

  1. 5:1 Eat…lovers: the translation and meaning are uncertain.
  2. 5:2–8 An experience of anticipation and loss similar to that in 3:1–5. The lover’s abrupt appearance resembles that in 2:8–9.