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Unformatted text preview: y dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret
places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy
voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. 2:15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for
our vines have tender grapes. 2:16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. 2:17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved,
and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. 3:1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him,
but I found him not. 3:2 I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the
broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I
found him not. 3:3 The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw
ye him whom my soul loveth? 3:4 It was but a little that I passed
from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would
not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and
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This note was uploaded on 01/04/2011 for the course CSE 143 taught by Professor Sr during the Spring '08 term at University of Washington.
- Spring '08
- Computer Science