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My breath was the spicy smell of cinnamon, of sweet perfume and finest myrrh, of stacte, onycha, and galbanum, the fragrant incense in the Sacred Tent.
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Like an oak I spread out my branches, magnificent and graceful.
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Like a grapevine I put out lovely shoots; my blossoms gave way to rich and glorious fruit.
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Come to me, all you that want me, and eat your fill of my fruit.