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O that his left hand were under my head,
    and his right hand embraced me.

I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem,
    Do not arouse or awaken love
    until it so delights.

Protecting Love

Who is this coming up from the wilderness leaning on her lover?
Under the apple tree I roused you.
    There your mother travailed with you.
There she who was in labor gave you birth.

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