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The Young Woman’s Beauty Extolled

How beautiful you are, my love,
    how very beautiful!
Your eyes are doves
    behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
    moving down the slopes of Gilead.(A)

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12 His eyes are like doves
    beside springs of water,
bathed in milk,
    fitly set.[a](A)

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Footnotes

  1. 5.12 Meaning of Heb uncertain