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Tell me, you whom my soul loves,
    where you pasture your flock,
where you make it lie down at noon;
    for why should I be like one who veils herself by the flocks of your companions?

Friends of the Woman

If you do not know, O fairest among women,
    follow in the tracks of the flock,
and pasture your young goats
    beside the shepherds’ tents.

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