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14 Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.

15 Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.

16 The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.

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14 My beloved(A) is to me a cluster of henna(B) blossoms
    from the vineyards of En Gedi.(C)

He

15 How beautiful(D) you are, my darling!
    Oh, how beautiful!
    Your eyes are doves.(E)

She

16 How handsome you are, my beloved!(F)
    Oh, how charming!
    And our bed is verdant.

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