15 Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes.
16 My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his: he feedeth among the lilies.
17 Until the day shall break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
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