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My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice (2:9) My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away (2:10) For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over [and] gone; (2:11) The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing [of birds] is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; (2:12) The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines [with] the tender grape give a [good] smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away (2:13) O my dove, [that art] in the clefts of the rock, in the secret [places] of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet [is] thy voice, and thy countenance [is] comely (2:14) Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes (2:15) My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his: he feedeth among the lilies (2:16) Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether
(2:17)
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