Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel.(A)
    Your hair is like royal tapestry;
    the king is held captive by its tresses.
How beautiful(B) you are and how pleasing,
    my love, with your delights!(C)
Your stature is like that of the palm,
    and your breasts(D) like clusters of fruit.

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Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel,
And the hair of your head is like purple;
A king is held captive by your tresses.

How fair and how pleasant you are,
O love, with your delights!
This stature of yours is like a palm tree,
And your breasts like its clusters.

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