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Women of Jerusalem, make me a promise.
    Let the antelopes and the does serve as witnesses.
Don’t stir up love.
    Don’t wake it up until it’s ready.

“Listen! I hear my love!
    Look! Here he comes!
He’s leaping across the mountains.
    He’s coming over the hills.
The one who loves me is like an antelope or a young deer.
    Look! There he stands behind our wall.
He’s gazing through the window.
    He’s peering through the screen.

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Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you(A)
    by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love
    until it so desires.(B)

Listen! My beloved!
    Look! Here he comes,
leaping across the mountains,
    bounding over the hills.(C)
My beloved is like a gazelle(D) or a young stag.(E)
    Look! There he stands behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
    peering through the lattice.

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