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Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?

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but my dove,(A) my perfect one,(B) is unique,
    the only daughter of her mother,
    the favorite of the one who bore her.(C)
The young women saw her and called her blessed;
    the queens and concubines praised her.

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