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15 Catch us the foxes,
    the little foxes,
that ruin the vineyards—
    for our vineyards are in blossom.”(A)

16 My beloved is mine, and I am his;
    he pastures his flock among the lilies.(B)
17 Until the day breathes
    and the shadows flee,
turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle
    or a young stag on the cleft mountains.[a](C)

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Footnotes

  1. 2.17 Or on the mountains of Bether; meaning of Heb uncertain