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Song of Songs
Listen! My Lover! Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, boundng over the hills. My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look! There he stands behind the wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice. My lover spoke to me, "Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me." - S of S 2:9, 10
How beautiful you are my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon. Your neck is like an elegant tower. Your breasts are like to fawns.
- S of S 4:1-5
Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number; but my dove, my perfect one, is unique. The maidens saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her. - S of S 6:8, 9
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