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O that his left hand were under my head
    and that his right hand embraced me!(A)
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    by the gazelles or the wild does:
do not stir up or awaken love
    until it is ready!(B)

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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]

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Footnotes

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