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There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
    and maidens without number.
My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,
    the darling of her mother,
    flawless to her that bore her.
The maidens saw her and called her happy;
    the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.
10 ‘Who is this that looks forth like the dawn,
    fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
    terrible as an army with banners?’

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Sixty queens(A) there may be,
    and eighty concubines,(B)
    and virgins beyond number;
but my dove,(C) my perfect one,(D) is unique,
    the only daughter of her mother,
    the favorite of the one who bore her.(E)
The young women saw her and called her blessed;
    the queens and concubines praised her.

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10 Who is this that appears like the dawn,
    fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
    majestic as the stars in procession?

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There are sixty queens
And eighty concubines,
And (A)virgins without number.
My dove, my (B)perfect one,
Is the only one,
The only one of her mother,
The favorite of the one who bore her.
The daughters saw her
And called her blessed,
The queens and the concubines,
And they praised her.

10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning,
Fair as the moon,
Clear as the sun,
(C)Awesome as an army with banners?

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