I Liken you; My Darling, to a mare harnessed To one of the chariots of Pharaoh.
In Spite of what I saw in Myself, You called me your Love. You declares once agaien Your Love for me comparing me with the beauty of Your favorite mare, wich in Your eays was Your most priceless possession chosen from the best of stock in the world, at great price, beautiful indeed with its flowing mane, powerful and swift body. Every man considered his horse to be his best friend, sensitive to his every mood and disire.
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