Song of Songs 5
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Praying in the Garden
I have come in to the garden of myself, sister of myself, a perfect one/bride! I have gathered the myrrh of myself, a people within the name of myself, I have eaten of the forest of myself, a people of the honey of myself, I drank the wine of myself, a people of the milk of myself! Evil ones have eaten, they drank, and beloved ones have become drunk!I stand at the door and knock
Myself, she has slept! And the heart of myself is awake! the voice of the beloved of myself is he who knocks! Open to myself, sister of myself, companion of myself, dove of myself! Perfect one of myself, who is the head of myself filled of the night-dew!1 The clipped locks2 of myself with the drops of night!
Dew of the night
How How?
I have stripped off the self eternal one-piece tunic of myself, how-how3 can I put her on? I have bathed the self eternal feet of myself, how-how can I defile themselves? The beloved one of myself has sent the hand of himself from out of the Hole, and the bowels of myself have clamored noisily against himself! I, myself rose up to open to the beloved of myself, and the dual-hands of myself dripped with bitterness,4 even the fingers of myself with bitterness. He crossed over upon the hollows of the Bolt-Lock. I, myself opened to the beloved one of myself, and the beloved one of myself curved around, he crossed over! The Soul/Breath of myself, she went out within the word of himself! I sought after himself but I have not found himself. I summoned himself but he has not eyed myself!
לא ענני
He has not eyed me
He has not eyed me

round and round in the word of himself
The Watchmen have found myself, those who revolve around within the City They struck myself, they split myself they lifted the self eternal head-covering from upon myself those who guard the Protective-Walls.
This is what you say to him
I have sevened your eternal selves5 daughters of Foundation of Peace, if you find the self eternal beloved one of myself, what you are announcing to himself is that she who is worn sick of love is Me!How is the beloved one of yourself from a beloved one, the Beautiful One within women, How is the beloved one of yourself from a beloved one, of whom you have sevened ourselves? The beloved of myself is bright radiant, and red, he who is distinguished from a multitude. The head of himself is like a carved out fine gold, His clipped locks are heap-heaps of blackened ones like the Raven. The eyes of himself are like the doves upon channels of dual water those who bathe within milk those who sit upon a fullness.
The jawbone of himself like a garden bed of the Spice, towers of perfumes the lips of himself are lilies, those who drip with myrrh, he crossed over. The hands of himself a revolving of gold, from those who fill within the Gem the bowels of himself sleek tooth/ivory inlaid sapphires.
A Tree Desirable to the Sight
The legs of himself are pillars of marble, those who are founded upon pedestals of fine gold The appearance of himself like White Mountain ("Lebanon"),he who is selected like the Cedars.this one is the beloved one of myself and this one is the companion/friend of myself daughters of Foundation of Peace!
The roof of his mouth is of sweet ones, and all of himself, desirable ones
"And she is taking hold from the fruit of himself, and she is eating, and she is giving also to the woman close beside herself. And he is eating."
(Genesis 3:6 RBT)
RBT Hebrew Literal
I have come in to my garden my sister complete one/bride/daughter-in-law I have plucked my myrrh/schoolmasters together with/a people my spice/in my name I ate my forest together with/a people my honey I drank my wine together with/a people my milk they ate evil ones they drank and they became drunk beloved onesmyself she has slept and the heart of myself awake voice beloved of myself he who knocks open! to myself my sister my companion my dove my perfect one/I have finished which is my head he was filled up dew my thorns drops her night
I have stripped off את-self eternal undergarment of myself how-how I am putting her on I have washed את-self eternal the foot of myself how-how defile them
beloved of myself he has sent hand of himself from out of the Hole and the inner bowels of myself they clamored upon himself
I stood up myself to open to the beloved of myself and the dual-hands of myself they dripped myrrh and my finger myrrh crossed over upon/against/yoke palms the Bolt-Lock
I opened myself to the beloved of myself and the beloved of myself he curved around crossed over the breath/soul of myself she went out within the word of himself I sought after himself and not I found himself I summoned himself and not clouds/eyed myself
they have found me the Watchmen those who revolve around within the City they struck myself they split myself they lifted את-self eternal head-covering/shawl from upon myself those who guard the Protective-Walls
I have sevened your eternal selves daughters/built-ones Foundation of Peace if you are finding את-self eternal beloved of myself what/why you all are exposing/telling to himself that she who is worn sick love myself
what/why beloved one of yourself from a beloved one the Beautiful one within women what/why beloved one of yourself from a beloved one in which manner you have sevened ourselves
beloved of myself bright radiant and red he who is distinguished from a multitude
the head of himself like carved out fine gold his clipped locks heap-heaps blackened ones like the Raven
his eyes like doves upon/against/yoke channels dual water those who bathed within milk those who sit upon/against/yoke a fullness
his jawbone/cheek like a garden bed the Spice towers perfumes the lips of himself lilies she who drips myrrh crossed over
the hands of himself a revolving gold from those who fill within the Gem his bowels sleek tooth/ivory inlaid sapphires
the legs of himself pillars Six those who are founded upon/against/yoke inner master of myself/pedastals fine gold the appearance of himself like White Mountain he who is chosen as the Cedars
the roof of his mouth sweet ones and all of himself desirable ones this one beloved of myself and this one the one who shepherds me daughters/built-ones Foundation of Peace