15 Lo, thou 'art' fair, my friend, Lo, thou 'art' fair, thine eyes 'are' doves!
16 Lo, thou 'art' fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch 'is' green,
17 The beams of our houses 'are' cedars, Our rafters 'are' firs, I 'am' a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!
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