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His left hand is under my head,
    and his right arm embraces me!
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    do not stir up or awaken love
    until it pleases.

Friends of the Woman

Who is that coming up from the wilderness,
    leaning upon her beloved?

The Woman

Under the apple tree I awakened you.
    There your mother was in labor with you;
    there she who bore you was in labor.

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