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13 My lover is my pouch of myrrh,
    passing the night between my breasts.
14 My love is to me a spray of henna blooms
    in the vineyards of En-gedi.

15 How lovely you are, my darling, how lovely!
    Your eyes are doves.

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13 My lover is my pouch of myrrh,
    passing the night between my breasts.
14 My love is to me a spray of henna blooms
    in the vineyards of En-gedi.

15 How lovely you are, my darling, how lovely!
    Your eyes are doves.

Read full chapter