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How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices!

I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? --

How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.

How fair and how pleasant art thou, my love, in delights!