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10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much better is thy love than wine, and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

11 Thy lips, O my spouse, drip as the honeycomb; honey and milk are under thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12 A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse, a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

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