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Your lips are like a (A)scarlet thread,
And your (B)mouth is lovely.
Your (C)temples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.
Your (D)neck is like the tower of David,
Built [a]with rows of stones
On which are (E)hung one thousand shields,
All the small (F)shields of the mighty men.
Your (G)two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle
Which [b](H)feed among the lilies.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 4:4 Or for an arsenal
  2. Song of Songs 4:5 Lit shepherd, cf. Song 1:7, 8; 2:16; 6:2