B ehold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of 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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