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10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my kallah! How much better is thy love than yayin! And the scent of thine perfumes than any spice!

11 Thy lips, O my kallah, drip like the honeycomb; devash and cholov are under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments is like the scent of the Levanon.

12 A gan (garden) locked is my sister, my kallah; a spring enclosed, a ma’ayan (fountain) sealed.

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