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His left hand is vnder my head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.

I charge you, O ye daughters of Ierusalem, by the Roes, and by the hindes of the field, that ye stirre not vp, nor awake my loue, till she please.

The voice of my beloued! behold! hee commeth leaping vpon the mountaines, skipping vpon the hils.

My beloued is like a Roe, or a yong Hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh foorth at the windowe, shewing himselfe through the lattesse.

My beloued spake, and said vnto me, Rise vp, my Loue, my faire one, and come away.

For loe, the winter is past, the raine is ouer, and gone.

The flowers appeare 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 foorth her greene figs, and the vines with the tender grape giue a good smell. Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come away.

O my doue! that art in the clefts of the rocke, in the secret places of the staires: let me see thy countenance, let me heare thy voice, for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

Take vs the foxes, the litle foxes, that spoile the vines: for our vines haue tender grapes.

My beloued is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lillies.

Untill the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: turne my beloued and be thou like a Roe, or a yong Hart, vpon the mountaines of Bether.