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but my dove, my perfect one, is one of a kind.
She is the only daughter of her mother,
pure to the one who bore her.
The girls saw her and called her blessed.
The queens and concubines also praised her.

The Friends

10 Who is this woman that appears like the dawn,
beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun,
majestic as the stars in procession?

A Puzzling Interlude

The Woman or The Man[a]

11 I went down to the grove of nut trees,
to look at the new growth in the valley,
to see whether the vines had budded,
    whether the pomegranates had blossomed.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 6:11 The identity of the speaker of these verses is uncertain.