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But my dove, my perfect one, is special. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the pure child of the one who gave birth to her. The young women saw her and knew she was honored. The queens and the women who act as wives praised her, saying, 10 ‘Who is this that looks out like the first light of day? She is as beautiful as the full moon, as pure as the sun. She is to be feared as an army with flags.’”

The Woman

11 “I went down to the field of nut trees to see the flowers of the valley, to see if the vines or the pomegranates had flowers.

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