Song of Solomon
Rise up, my love, my fair one
and come away
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone,
the flowers appear upon the earth
and the time of the singing birds is come.
The voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines.
For our vines have tender fruit.
My beloved is mine and I am His
He feedeth upon the lilies until daybreak
and the shadows flee.
Turn, my beloved, and when the shadows flee
Be thou like a deer upon the mountains.
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