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8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, this—he is coming, || Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills. 9 My beloved [is] like to a roe, || Or to a young one of the harts. Behold, this—he is standing behind our wall, || Looking from the windows, || Blooming from the lattice. Song of Solomon 2:8-9, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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