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15 Catch the foxes for us—
    the little foxes that ruin the vineyards,
    for our vineyards are in blossom.

The Bride’s Revelry

16 My lover is mine, and I am his!
    He grazes his flocks among the lilies.
17 Until the day cools
    and the shadows flee away,
turn about, my lover,
    like a gazelle or like a stag
    upon the mountains of spices.

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