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“When I had passed a little from them, then I found him whom my soul loved. I took hold of him and did not leave him until I had brought him to my mother’s house, into her chamber who had conceived me.

“I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes and by the does of the field, that you neither stir up nor awaken my love until she pleases.

“Who is she who comes up out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and incense, and with all the spices of the merchant?

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