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updv@Songs:2:1 @ I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.

updv@Songs:2:2 @ As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.

updv@Songs:2:3 @ As the apple-tree among the trees of the forest, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.

updv@Songs:2:4 @ He brought me to the banqueting-house, And his banner over me was love.

updv@Songs:2:5 @ Stregthen(note:){+}(:note) me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am sick from love.

updv@Songs:2:6 @ His left hand [is] under my head, And his right hand embraces me.

updv@Songs:2:7 @ I adjure you(note:){+}(:note), O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That you{+} do not stir up, nor awake [my] love, Until he pleases.

updv@Songs:2:8 @ The voice of my beloved! Look, he comes, Leaping on the mountains, Skipping on the hills.

updv@Songs:2:9 @ My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Look, he stands behind our wall; He looks in at the windows; He glances through the lattice.

updv@Songs:2:10 @ My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

updv@Songs:2:11 @ For, look, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone;

updv@Songs:2:12 @ The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing [of birds] has come, And the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land;

updv@Songs:2:13 @ The fig-tree ripens her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

updv@Songs:2:14 @ O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see your countenance, Let me hear your voice; For sweet is your voice, and your countenance is comely.

updv@Songs:2:15 @ Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.

updv@Songs:2:16 @ My beloved is mine, and I am his: He shepherds [his flock] among the lilies.

updv@Songs:2:17 @ Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young hart On the mountains of Bether.

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