Song of Songs 2:9 (WEB)
My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
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“He looketh through the lattice of our flesh, and He is fair-speaking, and hath inflamed us, and we run after His odours.” — editor's note: Cant. ii. 9.
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