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Thy neck is like the tower of David
Builded [a]for an armory,
Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers,
All the shields of the mighty men.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns
That are twins of a [b]roe,
Which feed among the lilies.

Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away,
I will get me to the mountain of myrrh,
And to the hill of frankincense.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 4:4 Or, with turrets
  2. Song of Solomon 4:5 Or, gazelle