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Mutual Possession and Delight
Song of Solomon 2:16
Showing verse 16 with surrounding context.
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The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give out their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.” Lover
14
My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
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Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved
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My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
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Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.
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