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How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices! |
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How ¹
fair ª°
is thy love, ª
my sister, ª
[ my] spouse! ª
how ¹
much better ª°
is thy love ª
than wine! ª¹
and the smell ª
of thine ointments ª
than all ¹¹
spices! ª |
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How ¹
faire ª°
is thy loue, ª
my sister, ª
[ my] spouse! ª
how ¹
much better ª°
is thy loue ª
then wine! ª¹
and the smell ª
of thine oyntments ª
then all ¹¹
spices! ª |
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How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! how much more beautiful are thy breasts than wine, and the smell of thy garments than all spices! |
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How ¹
fair ª°
is thy love, ª
my sister, ª
[ my] spouse! ª
how ¹
much better ª°
is thy love ª
than wine! ª¹
and the smell ª
of thine ointments ª
than all ¹¹
spices! ª |
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{Song of Songs 4:10} 
American Standard Version (ASV 1901)