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O that his left hand were under my head,
    and that his right hand embraced me!
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    by the gazelles or the wild does:
do not stir up or awaken love
    until it is ready!

Springtime Rhapsody

The voice of my beloved!
    Look, he comes,
leaping upon the mountains,
    bounding over the hills.

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His left arm is under my head,
    and his right arm embraces me.(A)
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you(B)
    by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love
    until it so desires.(C)

Listen! My beloved!
    Look! Here he comes,
leaping across the mountains,
    bounding over the hills.(D)

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