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Neither did I reckon any precious stone to be her equal,
    because, compared with her, all gold is but a few grains of sand,
    and beside her, silver is accounted as clay.
10 I loved her more than health and beauty
    and preferred her to the light
    because her radiance is unceasing.
11 Together with her, all good things came to me,
    and in her hands are countless riches.

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