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I belong to my beloved, and my beloved belongs to me.
    He is the one who grazes his flock[a] among the lilies.

The Lover

You are beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah,[b]
    lovely like Jerusalem,
        as awesome as an army with banners.
Turn your eyes from me,
    for they excite me.[c]
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    coming down from Mt. Gilead.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 6:3 The Heb. lacks his flock
  2. Song of Solomon 6:4 I.e. a prominent city in the northern kingdom of Israel
  3. Song of Solomon 6:5 Or overwhelm me