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Your neck is like an ivory tower.
Your eyes are pools in Heshbon,
    by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon,
    overlooking Damascus.(A)
Your head crowns you like Carmel,
    and your flowing locks are like purple;
    a king is held captive in the tresses.(B)

How fair and pleasant you are,
    O loved one, delectable maiden![a](C)

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Footnotes

  1. 7.6 Syr: Heb in delights