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I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine:
He feedeth his flock among the lilies.

Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah,
Comely as Jerusalem,
Terrible as [a]an army with banners.
Turn away thine eyes from me,
For they [b]have overcome me.
Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
That lie along the side of Gilead.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 6:4 Hebrew bannered hosts.
  2. Song of Solomon 6:5 Or, make me afraid