O ne is my dove, my perfect one, One she of her mother, The choice one she of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
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