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Make haste, my beloved, And be thou like to a roe or to a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.
Run away with me, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
“Hurry, my beloved, And be like a gazelle or a young stag On the mountains of balsam trees!”
Come away, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the spice-laden mountains.
Make haste, my beloved, And be like a gazelle Or a young stag On the mountains of spices.
Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!