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Strengthen me with raisin cakes.
Refresh me with apples,
for I am weak from love.

His left arm is under my head,
and his right arm embraces me.

Daughters of Jerusalem,
you must swear to me by the gazelles,
or by the does of the field,
that you will not arouse or awaken love
    until it so desires.

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