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If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!

My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.

Get us the foxes, yea the little foxes that hurt the vines, for our vines bear blossoms.

I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn't find him.

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

W I have taken off my clothing.
How can I put it back on?
I have washed my feet.
How can I get them dirty?

My loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies.

Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.

O get thee away, my love, as a roe or a young hart unto the sweet smelling mountains.