Songs:2:8-14

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* The voice of my beloved ! behold , he cometh leaping upon the mountains , skipping upon the hills gib #ah #. * My beloved is like a roe or a young hart : behold , he standeth behind our wall , he looketh forth at the windows , shewing himself through the lattice . * My beloved spake , and said unto me , Rise up , my love ra #yah #, my fair one , and come away . * For , lo , the winter is past , the rain is over and gone ; * The flowers appear on the earth ; the time of the singing of birds is come , and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; * The fig tree putteth forth her green figs , and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell . Arise , my love ra #yah #, my fair one , and come away . * O my dove , that art in the clefts of the rock , in the secret places of the stairs , let me see thy countenance mar #eh #, let me hear thy voice ; for sweet is thy voice , and thy countenance is comely na #veh #.

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