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His left hand is under my head,
    and his right hand embraces me.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    by the gazelles or the does of the field,
do not stir up or awaken love
    until it pleases.

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His left hand is under my head,
and his right hand doth embrace me.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,
by the roes, and by the hinds of the field,
that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

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