Song of Songs 5:3
I haue put off my coate, howe shall I put it on? I haue washed my feete, howe shall I defile them?
I haue put off my coate, howe shall I put it on? I haue washed my feete, howe shall I defile them?
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1 I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I gathered my myrrhe with my spice: I ate mine hony combe with mine hony, I dranke my wine with my milke: eate, O friends, drinke, and make you mery, O welbeloued.
2 I sleepe, but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my welbeloued that knocketh, saying, Open vnto mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for mine head is full of dewe, and my lockes with the droppes of the night.
4 My welbeloued put in his hand by the hole of the doore, and mine heart was affectioned toward him.
5 I rose vp to open to my welbeloued, and mine hands did drop downe myrrhe, and my fingers pure myrrhe vpon the handels of the barre.
6 I opened to my welbeloued: but my welbeloued was gone, and past: mine heart was gone when hee did speake: I sought him, but I coulde not finde him: I called him, but hee answered mee not.
7 The watchmen that went about the citie, founde me: they smote me and wounded me: the watchmen of the walles tooke away my vaile from me.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke of loue.
9 O the fairest among women, what is thy welbeloued more then other welbeloued? what is thy welbeloued more then another louer, that thou doest so charge vs?
7 Shewe me, O thou, whome my soule loueth, where thou feedest, where thou liest at noone: for why should I be as she that turneth aside to the flockes of thy companions?
8 If thou knowe not, O thou the fairest among women, get thee foorth by the steps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes by the tents of the shepheards.
15 What shoulde my beloued tarie in mine house, seeing they haue committed abomination with manie? and the holy flesh goeth away from thee: yet when thou doest euill, thou reioycest.
17 I haue perfumed my bedde with myrrhe, aloes, and cynamom.
18 Come, let vs take our fill of loue vntill the morning: let vs take our pleasure in daliance.
6 Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.
7 Thou art all faire, my loue, and there is no spot in thee.
10 My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
1 In my bed by night I sought him that my soule loued: I sought him, but I found him not.
2 I will rise therefore nowe, and goe about in the citie, by the streetes and by the open places, and wil seeke him that my soule loueth: I sought him, but I found him not.
3 The watchmen that went about the citie, found mee: to whome I said, Haue you seene him, whome my soule loueth?
4 When I had past a litle from them, then I found him whom my soule loued: I tooke holde on him and left him not, till I had brought him vnto my mothers house into the chamber of her that conceiued me.
5 I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue vntill she please.
6 Who is shee that commeth vp out of the wildernes like pillars of smoke perfumed with myrrhe and incense, and with all the spices of the marchant?
1 O the fairest among women, whither is thy welbeloued gone? whither is thy welbeloued turned aside, that we may seeke him with thee?
2 My welbeloued is gone downe into his garden to the beds of spices, to feede in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
5 Turne away thine eyes from me: for they ouercome mee: thine heare is like a flocke of goates, which looke downe from Gilead.
5 After that, hee powred water into a basen, and began to wash the disciples feete, and to wipe them with the towell, wherewith he was girded.
6 Then came he to Simon Peter, who sayd to him, Lord, doest thou wash my feete?
10 I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.
11 Come, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine in the villages.
30 If I wash my selfe with snowe water, and purge mine hands most cleane,
13 My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
14 My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
9 My sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine heart with one of thine eyes, and with a chaine of thy necke.
10 My sister, my spouse, how faire is thy loue? howe much better is thy loue then wine? and the sauour of thine oyntments then all spices?
3 Wash thy sellfe therefore, and anoint thee, and put thy raiment vpon thee, and get thee downe to the floore: let not the man know of thee, vntill he haue left eating and drinking.
9 Then washed I thee with water: yea, I washed away thy blood from thee, and I anointed thee with oyle.
23 So neither I, nor my brethren, nor my seruants, nor the men of the warde, (which followed me) none of vs did put off our clothes, saue euery one put them off for washing.
4 Drawe me: we will runne after thee: the King hath brought me into his chabers: we will reioyce and be glad in thee: we will remember thy loue more then wine: the righteous do loue thee.
5 I am blacke, O daughters of Ierusalem, but comely, as the tentes of Kedar, and as the curtaines of Salomon.
12 My sister my spouse is as a garden inclosed, as a spring shut vp, and a fountaine sealed vp.
3 His left hand shalbe vnder mine head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Ierusale, that you stir not vp, nor waken my loue, vntil she please.
2 Wherefore is thine apparel red, and thy garments like him that treadeth in ye wine presse?
17 Vntil the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: returne, my welbeloued, and be like a roe, or a yong hart vpon the mountaines of Bether.
6 His left hande is vnder mine head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.
7 I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue, vntill she please.
1 Oh that thou werest as my brother that sucked the brestes of my mother: I would finde thee without, I would kisse thee, then they should not despise thee.
15 Therefore came I forth to meete thee, that I might seeke thy face: and I haue found thee.
6 Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!
1 Nowe will I sing to my beloued a song of my beloued to his vineyarde, My beloued had a vineyarde in a very fruitefull hill,