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Your cheeks glow behind your veil.
Let the king have sixty queens, eighty concubines,
    young women without number!
But I love only one,
    and she is as lovely as a dove.
She is her mother's only daughter,
    her mother's favorite child.
All women look at her and praise her;
    queens and concubines sing her praises.

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Your temples behind your veil(A)
    are like the halves of a pomegranate.(B)
Sixty queens(C) there may be,
    and eighty concubines,(D)
    and virgins beyond number;
but my dove,(E) my perfect one,(F) is unique,
    the only daughter of her mother,
    the favorite of the one who bore her.(G)
The young women saw her and called her blessed;
    the queens and concubines praised her.

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