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There are sixty queens, eighty concubines,
    and young women beyond number.
Yet my dove, my perfect one is unique.
She is her mother’s only one—
    a virtuous child of the one who bore her.
Maidens saw her and called her blessed.
    Queens and concubines praised her.
10 Who is this that appears like dawn?
As beautiful as the moon,
    bright as the sun,
    awesome as an army with banners.

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