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I would lead you
    and bring you into my mother’s house—
    she who has taught me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink
    from the nectar of my pomegranate.
O that his left hand were under my head,
    and his right hand embraced me.

I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem,
    Do not arouse or awaken love
    until it so delights.

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