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12 My own grape-field is for myself. The 1,000 pieces of silver are for you, Solomon. And 200 are for those who take care of its fruit.”

13 “O you who sit in the gardens, my friends are listening for your voice. Let me hear it.”

The Woman

14 “Hurry, my love. Be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.”

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