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    My heart is your captive, my sister, my bride;
        you have stolen it with one glance,
        caught it with a single strand of your necklace.
10     How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
        Your love is more pleasing than the finest wine,
        and the fragrance of your perfume brings more delight than any spice!
11     Your lips taste sweet like honey off the comb, my bride;
        milk and honey are beneath your tongue.
    The scents of your clothes are like the fresh air of Lebanon.

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You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;(A)
    you have stolen my heart
with one glance of your eyes,
    with one jewel of your necklace.(B)
10 How delightful(C) is your love(D), my sister, my bride!
    How much more pleasing is your love than wine,(E)
and the fragrance of your perfume(F)
    more than any spice!
11 Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
    milk and honey are under your tongue.(G)
The fragrance of your garments
    is like the fragrance of Lebanon.(H)

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