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[a]His left hand is under my head,
And his right hand doth embrace me.

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
By the [b]roes, or by the hinds of the field,
That ye stir not up, nor awake my love,
Until [c]he please.

The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh,
Leaping upon the mountains,
Skipping upon the hills.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 2:6 Or, Let his left hand be etc.
  2. Song of Solomon 2:7 Or, gazelles
  3. Song of Solomon 2:7 Or, it. Or, she