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8 Hark! my beloved! behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. 9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart; Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, He peereth through the lattice. Song of Solomon 2:8-9, JPS Tanakh 1917. Public domain.
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