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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