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“Your temples are like a slice of the pomegranate
Behind your veil.
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“There are sixty queens and eighty ^[a]concubines,
And maidens without number;
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But my dove, my perfect one, stands alone [above them all];
She is her mother’s only daughter;
She is the pure child of the one who bore her.
The maidens saw her and called her blessed and happy,
The queens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying,^(A)