I o vi scongiuro, o figlie di Gerusalemme, per le gazzelle e per le cerve dei campi, non destate e non svegliate l'amore mio, finché cosí le piace.
“I tell you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and deer of the field, you must not wake up my love until it is pleasing to her.” The Second Song The Woman
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