I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field: Do not arouse or awakend love until it so desires. Until the day breaks and the shadows flee,turn, my lover, an be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the rugged hills. Come away, my lover, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the spice-laden mountains. - > -
Song of Songs
I charge you
by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awakend love until it so desires.
Until the day breaks and
the shadows flee,turn,
my lover,
an be like a gazelle or like a young stag
on the rugged hills.
Come away, my lover, and
be like a gazelle or like a young stag
on the spice-laden mountains.
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