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I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.

The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.

My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.

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Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you(A)
    by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love
    until it so desires.(B)

Listen! My beloved!
    Look! Here he comes,
leaping across the mountains,
    bounding over the hills.(C)
My beloved is like a gazelle(D) or a young stag.(E)
    Look! There he stands behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
    peering through the lattice.

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