Song of Solomon 2:7
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
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Song of Solomon 2:7
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
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Song of Solomon 2:6
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.
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Song of Solomon 2:9
My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.
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Song of Solomon 2:5
Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome with love.
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Song of Solomon 2:8
The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.
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