B ehold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
“¡Cuán hermosa eres, amada mía. Cuán hermosa eres! Tus ojos son como palomas detrás de tu velo; Tu cabellera, como rebaño de cabras Que descienden del Monte Galaad.
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