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I wish that his left hand were under my head,
    and that his right hand were embracing me!
Swear to me, young women of Jerusalem,
    by the gazelles or by the does of the field,
that you won’t awaken or arouse love
    before its proper time![a]

The voice of my beloved!
Look! He’s coming,
    leaping over the mountains,
        bounding over the hills.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 2:7 Lit. until it pleases

His left arm is under my head,
    and his right arm embraces me.(A)
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you(B)
    by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love
    until it so desires.(C)

Listen! My beloved!
    Look! Here he comes,
leaping across the mountains,
    bounding over the hills.(D)

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