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| 2:1 | 
                                 
                                    I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
                                 
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| 2:2 | 
                                 
                                    As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
                                 
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| 2:3 | 
                                 
                                    As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
                                 
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| 2:4 | 
                                 
                                    He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
                                 
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| 2:5 | 
                                 
                                    Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.
                                 
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| 2:6 | 
                                 
                                    His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
                                 
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| 2:7 | 
                                 
                                    I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
                                 
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| 2:8 | 
                                 
                                    The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
                                 
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| 2:9 | 
                                 
                                    My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.
                                 
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| 2:10 | 
                                 
                                    My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
                                 
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| 2:11 | 
                                 
                                    For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
                                 
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| 2:12 | 
                                 
                                    The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
                                 
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| 2:13 | 
                                 
                                    The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
                                 
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| 2:14 | 
                                 
                                    My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
                                 
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| 2:15 | 
                                 
                                    Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.
                                 
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| 2:16 | 
                                 
                                    My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
                                 
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| 2:17 | 
                                 
                                    Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.
                                 
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