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Your temples behind your veil are like slices of pomegranate.

There are 60 queens, 80 concubines,[a] and countless virgins,
but she is unique, my dove, my perfect one.
Her mother thinks she is unique.
She is pure to the one who gave birth to her.
Her sisters saw her and blessed her.
Queens and concubines saw her and praised her.

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  1. 6:8 A concubine is considered a wife except she has fewer rights under the law.

(A)Like a piece of pomegranate
Are your temples behind your veil.

There are sixty queens
And eighty concubines,
And (B)virgins without number.
My dove, my (C)perfect one,
Is the only one,
The only one of her mother,
The favorite of the one who bore her.
The daughters saw her
And called her blessed,
The queens and the concubines,
And they praised her.

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(A)Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
    behind your veil.
There are (B)sixty (C)queens and eighty (D)concubines,
    and (E)virgins without number.
My (F)dove, my (G)perfect one, is the only one,
    the only one of her mother,
    pure to (H)her who bore her.
(I)The young women saw her and called her blessed;
    (J)the queens and (K)concubines also, and they praised her.

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