I slept but my heart was awake.
Listen! My lover is knocking:
"Open to me, darling,
my dove, my flawless one.
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night."
My lover thrust his hand through the latch-opening;
my heart began to pound for him.
I arose to open for my lover,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
on the handles of the lock...
(Song of Solomon)
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