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The voice of my beloved!
    Look, he comes
leaping over the mountains,
    bounding over the hills.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.
    Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows,
    looking through the lattice.

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The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall; he looketh forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.

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