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15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines:
for our vines have tender grapes.

16 My beloved is mine, and I am his:
he feedeth among the lilies.
17 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.

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