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8 Sixty are the queens, eighty the concubines, and young women without number— 9 One alone is my dove, my perfect one, her mother’s special one, favorite of the one who bore her. Daughters see her and call her happy, queens and concubines, and they praise her: 10 “Who is this that comes forth like the dawn, beautiful as the white moon, pure as the blazing sun, fearsome as celestial visions?” 11 To the walnut grove I went down, to see the young growth of the valley; To see if the vines were in bloom, if the pomegranates had blossomed. 12 Before I knew it, my desire had made me the blessed one of the prince’s people. 13 Turn, turn, O Shulammite! turn, turn that we may gaze upon you! How can you gaze upon the Shulammite as at the dance of the two camps? Song of Solomon 6:8-13, New American Bible Revised. Copyright © 2010 USCCB.
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