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“I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the does of the field, that you neither stir up nor awaken my love until she pleases.”

“It is the voice of my well-beloved. Behold, he comes leaping by the mountains, and skipping by the hills.

“My well-beloved is like a gazelle, or a young stag. Lo, he stands behind our wall, looking forth from the windows, showing himself through the grates.

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