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15 “Take us, the foxes, the little foxes who destroy the vines. For our vines have small grapes.”

16 “My well-beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds among the lilies,

17 “until the day breaks and the shadows flee away. Return, my well-beloved! Be like a gazelle, or a young stag upon the mountains of Bether!”

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