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Lover 4 You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah,lovely as Jerusalem, majestic as troops with banners. 5 Turn your eyes from me; 6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep 7 Your temples behind your veil 8 Sixty queens there may be, 9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique,
the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her. Hide Notes
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