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\c 2
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\q
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\v 1 I am a meadow flower of Sharon,
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\q a lily of the valleys.
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\sp The man speaking to the woman
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\q
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\v 2 As a lily among thorns,
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\q so is my love among the young women.
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\p
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\q
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\v 3 As an apricot tree among the trees of the forest,
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\q so is my beloved among the young men.
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\q I sit down under his shadow with great delight,
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\q and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
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\q
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\v 4 He brought me to the house of wine,
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\q and his banner over me was love.
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\q
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\v 5 Revive me with raisin cakes and refresh me with apricots,
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\q for I am weak with love.
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\q
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\v 6 His left hand is under my head,
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\q and his right hand embraces me.
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\p
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\sp The woman speaking to the other women
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\q
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\v 7 I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem,
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\q by the gazelles and the does of the fields,
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\q that you will not awaken or arouse love
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\q until she pleases.
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\p
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\v 8 There is the sound of my beloved! Listen, here he comes,
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\q leaping over the mountains,
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\q jumping over the hills.
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\q
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\v 9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag;
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\q look, he is standing behind our wall,
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\q gazing through the window,
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\q peering through the lattice.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 10 My beloved spoke to me and said,
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\q "Arise, my love;
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\q My beautiful one, come away with me.
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\q
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\v 11 Look, the winter is past;
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\q the rain is over and gone.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 12 The flowers have appeared in the land;
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\q the time for pruning and the singing of birds has come,
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\q and the sound of the doves is heard in our land.
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\q
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\v 13 The fig tree ripens her green figs,
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\q and the vines are in blossom;
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\q they give off their fragrance.
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\q Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
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\q
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\v 14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock,
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\q in the secret clefts of the mountain crags,
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\q let me see your face.
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\q Let me hear your voice,
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\q for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely."
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\v 15 Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes
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\q that spoil vineyards,
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\q for our vineyard is in blossom.
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\q
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\v 16 My beloved is mine, and I am his;
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\q he grazes among the lilies with pleasure.
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\q
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\v 17 Go away, my beloved,
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\q before the soft winds of dawn blow and the shadows flee away.
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\q Go away; be like a gazelle or a young stag
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\q on the rugged mountains.
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