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Your left arm would be under my head,
    and your right arm would embrace me.

Promise me, O women of Jerusalem,
    not to awaken love until the time is right.[a]

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  1. 8:4 Or not to awaken love until it is ready.

        His left arm is beneath my head,
        and his right embraces me!

Make a solemn pledge,
        daughters of Jerusalem,
        never to rouse, never to arouse love
        until it desires.

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