Song of Songs 5:3
I have taken off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
I have taken off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
I have taken off my tunic; how can I put it back on? I have washed my feet; how can I dirty them again?
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
I haue put off my cote, how ca I do it on agayne? I haue washed my fete, how shal I fyle them agayne?
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 of my coate, howe can I do it on agayne? I haue washed my feete, howe shall I fyle them agayne?
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
I have put off my garment; How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
I have put off my coat; how may I put it on? My feet are washed; how may I make them unclean?
I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
The Beloved to Her Lover:“I have already taken off my robe– must I put it on again? I have already washed my feet– must I soil them again?”
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1I have 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, yes, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, 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.
4My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.
5I 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.
6I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7The watchmen that went about the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am lovesick.
9What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you so charge us?
7Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon. Why should I be like one who turns aside by the flocks of your companions?
8If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow the trail of the flock, and feed your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
15What has my beloved to do in my house, seeing she has worked lewdness with many, and the holy flesh is passed from you? When you do evil, then you rejoice.
17I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
18Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning; let us delight ourselves with love.
6Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you.
10My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.'
1By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I did not find him.
2I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I did not find him.
3The watchmen who go about the city found me: to whom I said, Have you seen him whom my soul loves?
4It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her who conceived me.
5I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that you do not stir up nor awaken my love until he pleases.
6Who is this coming out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the powders of the merchant?
1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned aside? That we may seek him with you.
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
5Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
5After that, he poured water into a basin, and began to wash the disciples' feet, and to wipe them with the towel with which he was girded.
6Then he came to Simon Peter, and Peter said to him, Lord, are you washing my feet?
10I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
30If I wash myself with snow water, and cleanse my hands thoroughly;
13A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms in the vineyards of Engedi.
9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the fragrance of your ointments than all spices!
3Wash yourself therefore, and anoint yourself, and put your clothes upon you, and get down to the floor: but do not make yourself known to the man, until he has finished eating and drinking.
9Then I washed you with water; yes, I thoroughly washed away your blood from you, and I anointed you with oil.
23So neither I, nor my brethren, nor my servants, nor the men of the guard who followed me, none of us took off our clothes, except for washing.
4Draw me, we will run after you; the king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine; the upright love you.
5I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
12A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
3His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand would embrace me.
4I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not stir up or awaken my love until he pleases.
2Why are you red in your apparel, and your garments like one who treads in the winepress?
17Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer upon the mountains of Bether.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
7I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the does of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken my love until he pleases.
1Oh, that you were like my brother, who nursed at my mother's breasts! When I find you outside, I would kiss you, and I would not be despised.
15So I came out to meet you, diligently to seek your face, and I have found you.
6How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!
1Now I will sing to my beloved a song of my beloved concerning his vineyard. My beloved has a vineyard on a very fruitful hill: