December 21, 2011, Reading

2:8	Bride to Chorus: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across the hills.
2:9	My beloved is like a doe and like a young stag.
2:10	Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices.
2:11	Lo, my beloved speaks to me:
2:12	Groom to Bride: Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance.
2:13	For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away.
2:14	The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.

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