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8 The voice of my beloved! lo, 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. Lo, this -- he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice. Song of Solomon 2:8-9, Young's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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