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4 Groom to Bride: <font color=#CC0000>My love, you are beautiful: sweet and graceful, like Jerusalem; terrible, like an army in battle array.</font> 5 <font color=#CC0000>Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead.</font> 6 <font color=#CC0000>Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.</font> 7 <font color=#CC0000>Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness.</font> 8 <font color=#CC0000>There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.</font> 9 <font color=#CC0000>One is my dove, my perfect one. One is her mother; elect is she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and they proclaimed her most blessed. The queens and concubines saw her, and they praised her.</font> 10 Chorus to Groom: <font color=#008800>Who is she, who advances like the rising dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as elect as the sun, as terrible as an army in battle array?</font> 11 Bride: <font color=#0000CC>I descended to the garden of nuts, in order to see the fruits of the steep valleys, and to examine whether the vineyard had flourished and the pomegranates had produced buds.</font> 12 <font color=#0000CC>I did not understand. My soul was stirred up within me because of the chariots of Amminadab.</font> 13 Chorus to Bride: <font color=#008800>Return, return, O Sulamitess. Return, return, so that we may consider you.</font> Song of Solomon 6:4-13, Catholic Public Domain Version. Public domain.
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