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Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
Behind thy veil.
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines,
And [a]virgins without number.
My dove, my [b]undefiled, is but one;
She is the only one of her mother;
She is the [c]choice one of her that bare her.
The daughters saw her, and called her blessed;
Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 6:8 Or, maidens
  2. Song of Solomon 6:9 Hebrew perfect.
  3. Song of Solomon 6:9 Or, pure