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Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck.

10 How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.

11 Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.

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You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;(A)
    you have stolen my heart
with one glance of your eyes,
    with one jewel of your necklace.(B)
10 How delightful(C) is your love(D), my sister, my bride!
    How much more pleasing is your love than wine,(E)
and the fragrance of your perfume(F)
    more than any spice!
11 Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
    milk and honey are under your tongue.(G)
The fragrance of your garments
    is like the fragrance of Lebanon.(H)

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