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His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.

I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.

The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

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