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15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes,
That spoil the vineyards;
For our vineyards are in blossom.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his:
He feedeth his flock among the lilies.
17 [a]Until the day [b]be cool, and the shadows flee away,
Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a [c]roe or a young hart
Upon the [d]mountains of [e]Bether.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 2:17 Or, When the day is cool
  2. Song of Solomon 2:17 Or, break. Hebrew breathe.
  3. Song of Solomon 2:17 Or, gazelle
  4. Song of Solomon 2:17 Or, mountains of separation
  5. Song of Solomon 2:17 Perhaps, the spice malobathron