Cowsay #1956

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/ I have stripped off my dress; must I put it on again?  I have washed my feet;  \
| must I soil them again?                                                        |
| When my beloved slipped his hand through the latch-hole, my bowels stirred     |
| within me [my bowels were moved for him (KJV)].                                |
| When I arose to open for my beloved, my hands dripped with myrrh; the liquid   |
| myrrh from my fingers ran over the knobs of the bolt.  With my own hands I     |
| opened to my love, but my love had turned away and gone by; my heart sank when |
| he turned his back.  I sought him but I did not find him, I called him but he  |
| did not answer.                                                                |
| The watchmen, going the rounds of the city, met me; they struck me and         |
| wounded me; the watchmen on the walls took away my cloak.                      |
\ [Song of Solomon 5:3-7 (NEB)]                                                  /
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