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I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    do not stir up or awaken love
    until it pleases.

Friends of the Woman

Who is that coming up from the wilderness,
    leaning upon her beloved?

The Woman

Under the apple tree I awakened you.
    There your mother was in labor with you;
    there she who bore you was in labor.
Set me as a seal upon your heart,
    as a seal upon your arm;
for love is strong as death,
    passion fierce as the grave.
Its fires of desire are as ardent flames,
    a most intense flame.

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