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One alone is my dove, my perfect one,
    the darling of her mother,
    the favorite of the one who bore her.
The maidens saw her and proclaimed her blessed;
    the queens and concubines sang her praises.

Companions:

10 Who is this that comes forth like the dawn,
    beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun,
    formidable as an army with banners?

Bride:

11 I went down to the orchard of nut trees
    to look at the green shoots in the valley,[a]
to see whether the vines had budded
    and whether the pomegranates were in bloom.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 6:11 Look . . . in the valley: for the early signs of spring (see note on Song 2:11-13).