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I am weak with love.
    So give me raisins to make me strong.
    Give me apples to me to keep me awake.

His left hand is under my head.
His right hand brings me near to him.

Promise this to me, young women of Jerusalem:
    Do not cause our love to wake up.
Do not cause it to become too strong
    until the time is right.
The gazelles and the wild deer will know about your promise.

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