The Canticle of canticles

Biblical text allotted to Solomon slightly adapted for the needs for the site Marco Polo.
Extracts borrowed from the version of the Bible of Jerusalem.
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CANTIQUE V

I enter into your garden, my sister, my fiancée, I collect your myrrh and your balsam, I eat your honey and your ray, I drink your wine and also your milk. Eat, my lover, drink, get drunk, my beloved! I sleep, but my heart stay awake. I hear my beloved who approaches. "Open yourself, my sister, my friend, my dove, my perfect! Because my head is full with dew, my loops, are drops in the night." I removed my clothing, how would I put them back? I wash my feet, how would I dirty them back? "My beloved has deposed his hand on my bossom, and for him my entrails have quivered. I lay down to open myself to my beloved, and on his hands the myrrh has dripped, from my belly the myrrh still virgin, on the fingers of his hand. I opened myself to my beloved, but turning my back, he had disappeared! His escape made me loose my heart. I sought for him, but, I did not find him, but he did not answer! The guards met me, those who make the watch around the city. They struck me, they wounded me, they undressed me, they raped me, those who watch over the ramparts of the city. I implore you, girls of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, what will you declare him? That I am dead of love. What thus has your beloved moreover than the others, O the most beautiful of women? What thus has your beloved moreover than the others, so that you implore us this way? My beloved is fresh and vermilion, he is recognized between ten thousand. His head is of gold, and of pure gold; his loops are palms, black like the corbel. His eyes are doves, at the edge of the river, bathing in milk, placed at the edge of a basin. His cheeks are like aromatic floors, scented solid masses. Its lips are lilies; they distil the virgin myrrh. Its hands are gold spheres, furnished with stones of Tarsis. His belly is an ivory mass, glaze with sapphires. His legs are alabaster columns, posed on bases of pure gold. His aspect is that of Lebanon, without any rival like the cedars. His speeches are sweet even, and all in him is just charms. Such is my beloved, such is my husband, girls of Jerusalem.