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gI have drunk my wine with my milk:
For my head is filled with dew,
I have rwashed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 My beloved put in his hand by sthe hole of the door,
And my hands dropped with myrrh,
And my fingers with †sweet smelling myrrh,
Upon the handles of the lock.
But my beloved had uwithdrawn himself, and was gone:
My soul failed wwhen he spake:
xI sought him, but I could not find him;
yI called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 zThe watchmen that went about the city found me,
They asmote me, they wounded me;
The keepers of the walls took away my bveil from me.
If ye find my beloved, †that ye tell him,
That eI am sick of love.
9 What is thy beloved more than another beloved, fO thou fairest among women?
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so ccharge us?
12 lHis eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters,
Washed with milk, and †fitly set.
His belly is as bright ivory overlaid with tsapphires.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend, dO daughters of Jerusalem.
About King James Version
This King James Version is based upon the Pure Cambridge Edition first published around 1900. It has been carefully typeset to remove any typographical errors and accurately reflects the original text.