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Rh :As an apple-tree among the trees of the wood,
 * So is my beloved among the sons.
 * Under its shadow I delighted to sit,
 * And its fruit was sweet to my taste.
 * He hath brought me to the banqueting-house,
 * And his banner over me is love.
 * 'Stay ye me with dainties, refresh me with apples;
 * For I am love-sick.'
 * Let his left hand be under my head,
 * And his right hand embrace me.
 * 'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
 * By the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field,
 * That ye awaken not, nor stir up love, until it please.'
 * Hark! my beloved! behold, he cometh,
 * Leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
 * My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart;
 * Behold, he standeth behind our wall,
 * He looketh in through the windows,
 * He peereth through the lattice.
 * My beloved spoke, and said unto me:
 * '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 on the earth;
 * The time of singing is come,
 * And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
 * The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs,
 * And the vines in blossom give forth their fragrance.
 * Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
 * O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff,
 * Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice;
 * For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.'
 * 'Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards;
 * For our vineyards are in blossom.'
 * My beloved is mine, and I am his,
 * That feedeth among the lilies.
 * Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away,
 * Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a gazelle or a young hart
 * Upon the mountains of spices.


 * By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth;
 * I sought him, but I found him not.
 * 'I will rise now, and go about the city,
 * In the streets and in the broad ways,
 * I will seek him whom my soul loveth.'
 * I sought him, but I found him not.
 * The watchmen that go about the city found me:
 * 'Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?'
 * Scarce had I passed from them,
 * When I found him whom my soul loveth:
 * I held him, and would not let him go,
 * Until I had brought him into my mother's house,
 * And into the chamber of her that conceived me.
 * 'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
 * By the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field,
 * That ye awaken not, nor stir up love,
 * Until it please.'


 * Who is this that cometh up out of the wilderness