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Song of Solomon 5
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| 5:1
I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh
with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine
with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. |
"I have drunk my wine.... O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly."
Is it OK to drink alcohol?
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| 5:2
I sleep, but my heart waketh: 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, and my locks with the drops of the night. |
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| 5:3
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how
shall I defile them? |
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| 5:4
My beloved put in his
hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. |
"My beloved put in his hand by the hole of
the door, and my bowels were moved for him."
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| 5:5
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands
dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
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(5:5-6)
"My hands dropped with myrrh.... I opened to my beloved; but my beloved
had withdrawn himself."
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| 5:6
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had
withdrawn himself, and was
gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
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| 5:7
The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they
wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. |
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| 5:8
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye
tell him, that I am sick of love. |
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| 5:9
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women?
what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us? |
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| 5:10
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. |
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| 5:11
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a
raven. |
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| 5:12
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with
milk, and fitly set. |
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| 5:13
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies,
dropping sweet smelling myrrh. |
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| 5:14
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright
ivory overlaid with sapphires. |
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| 5:15
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his
countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. |
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| 5:16
His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved,
and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
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