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There may be sixty queens and eighty slave women
    and so many girls you cannot count them,
but there is only one like my dove, my perfect one.
    She is her mother’s only daughter,
    the brightest of the one who gave her birth.
The young women saw her and called her happy;
    the queens and the slave women also praised her.

The Young Women Praise the Woman

10 Who is that young woman
    that shines out like the dawn?
She is as pretty as the moon,
    as bright as the sun,
    as wonderful as an army flying flags.

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