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Your (A)teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes
Which have come up from their washing,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has [a]lost her young.
Your lips are like a (B)scarlet thread,
And your (C)mouth is lovely.
Your (D)temples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.
Your (E)neck is like the tower of David,
Built [b]with rows of stones
On which are (F)hung one thousand shields,
All the small (G)shields of the mighty men.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 4:2 Or miscarried
  2. Song of Songs 4:4 Or for an arsenal