Song of Solomon 2:17
Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.
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Song of Solomon 2:17
Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.
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Song of Solomon 2:13
The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.
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Song of Solomon 2:15
Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.
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