Song of Solomon Chapter 8, Verse 14
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14: Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a
young hart upon the mountains of spices.
14: Flee away, O my beloved, and be like to the roe, and to the young
hart upon the mountains of aromatical spices.
14: Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of spices.
Song of Solomon Chapter 8, Verse 14/commentary
