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Thy head upon thee is like Carmel,
And the hair of thy head like purple;
The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.
How fair and how pleasant art thou,
O love, for delights!
This thy stature is like to a palm-tree,
And thy breasts to its clusters.

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Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel.(A)
    Your hair is like royal tapestry;
    the king is held captive by its tresses.
How beautiful(B) you are and how pleasing,
    my love, with your delights!(C)
Your stature is like that of the palm,
    and your breasts(D) like clusters of fruit.

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