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Your temple[a] behind your veil
    is like a slice of pomegranate.
There are sixty queens and eighty mistresses,[b]
    and too many young women to count,
but my dove, my perfect one, is unique.
She’s unique to her mother,
    she’s pure to the one who gave birth to her.
Young women see her and call her blessed,
    queens and mistresses praise her.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 6:7 Or brow
  2. Song of Solomon 6:8 Or concubines; i.e. secondary wives