but my dove,(A) my perfect one,(B) is unique,
    the only daughter of her mother,
    the favorite of the one who bore her.(C)
The young women saw her and called her blessed;
    the queens and concubines praised her.

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Who is this coming up from the wilderness(A)
    leaning on her beloved?


Under the apple tree I roused you;
    there your mother conceived(B) you,
    there she who was in labor gave you birth.

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