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His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.

Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men.

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door , And my heart was moved for him.

His left hand'should be under my head, And his right hand should embrace me.