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Your (A)neck is like the tower of David,
Built [a]with rows of stones
On which are (B)hung one thousand shields,
All the small (C)shields of the mighty men.
Your (D)two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle
Which [b](E)feed among the lilies.
(F)Until the day breathes
And the shadows flee,
I will go my way to the mountain of (G)myrrh
And to the hill of (H)frankincense.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 4:4 Or for an arsenal
  2. Song of Songs 4:5 Lit shepherd, cf. Song 1:7, 8; 2:16; 6:2