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Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,
And thy [a]mouth is comely.
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
Behind thy [b]veil.
Thy neck is like the tower of David
Builded [c]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 [d]roe,
Which feed among the lilies.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 4:3 Or, speech
  2. Song of Solomon 4:3 Or, locks
  3. Song of Solomon 4:4 Or, with turrets
  4. Song of Solomon 4:5 Or, gazelle