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My lover went down to his garden,
    to the beds of balsam
to graze his flocks in the gardens
    and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.
    He browses among the lilies.

Acclaiming the Bride’s Beauty

You are beautiful, my darling,
    like Tirzah,
lovely as Jerusalem,
    awesome as an army with banners.

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