H ow fair you are, my love, how very fair! Your eyes behind your veil of those of a dove; your hair of a flock of goats which one sees trailing down Mount Gilead.
Cuán hermosa eres, amada mía. Cuán hermosa eres. Tus ojos son como palomas detrás de tu velo; tu cabellera, como rebaño de cabras que descienden del monte Galaad.
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