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Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you,
    by the gazelles and does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love until it delights.

The voice of my lover!
Behold, he is coming—
    leaping over the mountains,
    springing over the hills!
My lover is like a gazelle
    or a young buck among the stags.
Look! He is standing behind our wall—
    gazing through the windows,
    peering through the lattice.

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