- Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is alone.
- Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
- Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number;
- but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her.
- Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession?
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- "Your teeth are like a flock of ewes Which have come up from their washing, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.
- "Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind your veil.
- "There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, And maidens without number;
- But my dove, my perfect one, is unique: She is her mother's only daughter; She is the pure child of the one who bore her The maidens saw her and called her blessed, The queens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying,
- 'Who is this that grows like the dawn, As beautiful as the full moon, As pure as the sun, As awesome as an army with banners?'
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