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12 My own vineyard is before me.
    The thousand are for you, Solomon,
    two hundred for those who tend its fruit.

Lover

13 You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance,
    let me hear your voice!

Beloved

14 Come away, my beloved!
    Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!

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