The Song of Songs 2:14-17

O my dove
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[that art] in the clefts
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of the rock
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in the secret
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[places] of the stairs
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let me see
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thy countenance
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let me hear
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thy voice
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for sweet
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[is] thy voice
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and thy countenance
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[is] comely
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Take
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us the foxes
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the little
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foxes
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that spoil
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the vines
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for our vines
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[have] tender grapes
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My beloved
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[is] mine, and I [am] his: he feedeth
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among the lilies
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Until the day
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break
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and the shadows
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flee away
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turn
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my beloved
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and be thou like
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a roe
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or a young
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hart
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upon the mountains
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of Bether
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{of Bether: or, of division}