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Yet my dove, my perfect one is unique.
She is her mother’s only one—
    a virtuous child of the one who bore her.
Maidens saw her and called her blessed.
    Queens and concubines praised her.
10 Who is this that appears like dawn?
As beautiful as the moon,
    bright as the sun,
    awesome as an army with banners.

11 I went down into the garden of nut trees
    to look at the fruit of the valley,
    to see if the vine had budded,
    or the pomegranates had bloomed.

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