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Behold, you are fair, my love! Behold, you are fair! You have dove's eyes behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, going down from Mount Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep which have come up from the washing, every one of which bears twins, and none is barren among them.
Your lips are like a strand of scarlet, and your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate.
Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an armory, on which hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
(NKJ)