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12 The flowers were seen in the earth; the time of pruning came, and the voice of the turtle-dove was heard in our land. 13 The fig tree ripened its unripe figs, and the vines are in blossom; they gave an odor. Rise up, my friend, my beautiful one, and go for thyself. 14 My dove in the refuges of the rock, in the biding of the steep mountain: cause me to see thy form, cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet and thy form becoming. 15 Seize for us the foxes, the little foxes destroying the vineyards: and our vineyards are in blossom. 16 My beloved to me, and I to him: he feeding among the lilies. 17 Until the day shall breathe and the shadows fled away, turn, thou, it being likened to thee, my beloved, to the roe, or to the fawn of the hind upon the mountains of section. Song of Solomon 2:12-17, Smith's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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