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May his left hand be under my head,
and his right arm embrace me.(A)
Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you
by the gazelles and the wild does of the field,
do not stir up or awaken love
until the appropriate time.[a](B)

Listen! My love is approaching.
Look! Here he comes,
leaping over the mountains,(C)
bounding over the hills.

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  1. 2:7 Lit until it pleases