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I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
    by the roes, or by the hinds of the field,
    that you not stir up nor awaken love,
    until it so desires.

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I place you under oath, daughters of Jerusalem,
        by the gazelles or the wild deer:
        don’t rouse, don’t arouse love
            until it desires.

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