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The voice of my beloved!
    Behold, he comes,
    leaping on the mountains,
    skipping on the hills.
My beloved is like a roe or a young deer.
    Behold, he stands behind our wall!
He looks in at the windows.
    He glances through the lattice.

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

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