Song of Solomon 2:6-14
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6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
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7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
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8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
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9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
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10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
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12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
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13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.