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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, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men.

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door; And my bowels yearned for him.

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