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15 Catch the foxes for us,
    the little foxes
that spoil the vineyards,
    for our vineyards are in blossom.”

16 My beloved is mine, and I am his;
    he feeds his flock among the lilies.
17 Until the day breathes
    and the shadows flee,
turn, my beloved,
    be like a gazelle
or a young stag
    on the cleft mountains.[a]

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 2:17 Or mountains of Bether.