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+Song of Solomon.
+Chapter 2.
+I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys. 
+As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters. 
+As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my loved one among the sons. I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. 
+He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love. 
+Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome with love. 
+His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me. 
+I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready. 
+The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills. 
+My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces. 
+My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away. 
+For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; 
+The flowers are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding in our land; 
+The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away. 
+O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair. 
+Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes. 
+My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers. 
+Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.