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Protecting the Vineyards of Love
Song of Solomon 2:15
Showing verse 15 with surrounding context.
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The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
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The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
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Take us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.
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My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.
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Until the day be cool, 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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