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I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on?
    I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening.
    My heart pounded for him.
I rose up to open for my beloved.
    My hands dripped with myrrh,
    my fingers with liquid myrrh,
    on the handles of the lock.

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I have taken off my robe;
How can I put it on again?
I have washed my feet;
How can I [a]defile them?
My beloved put his hand
By the [b]latch of the door,
And my heart yearned for him.
I arose to open for my beloved,
And my hands dripped with myrrh,
My fingers with liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the lock.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 5:3 dirty
  2. Song of Solomon 5:4 opening

(A)I had put off my garment;
    how could I put it on?
I had (B)bathed my feet;
    how could I soil them?
My beloved put his hand to the latch,
    and my heart was thrilled within me.
I arose to open to my beloved,
    and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with (C)liquid myrrh,
    on the handles of the bolt.

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