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15 ‘Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that are destroying our grape-fields, for the flowers are on the vines. 16 My love is mine, and I am his. He lets his flock eat among the lilies. 17 Until the morning comes and the shadows hurry away, turn, my love. Be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.’”

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