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You have captivated my heart,
    my sister, my bride—
    you captivated me
    with one of your eyes,
    with one jewel from your necklace.
10 How delightful is your love,
        my sister, my bride!
    How much better is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your oils
    better than all spices!
11 Your lips, my bride,
    drip honey from the honeycomb.
    Honey and milk
    are under your tongue.
The scent of your garments
    is like the aroma of Lebanon.

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