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I beheld her, beautiful as a dove, rising above the water brooks;
and her raiment was filled with perfume beyond all price.
Even as the springtime was she girded with rosebuds and lilies of the valley.
Who is this that cometh up from the desert
like a wreath of sweet smoke arising from frankincense and myrrh?
Even as the springtime was she girded with rosebuds and lilies of the valley.
