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I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.

As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.