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

13 You who abide in the gardens,
    friends are listening for your voice.
Let me hear it!

14 Come quickly, my beloved,
    and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!

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