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My lover belongs to me,
    and I belong to him.
He moves among the lilies with his sheep.

The young man:

My dear friend, you are as beautiful as Tirzah.

    You are as lovely as Jerusalem.[a]
You are as wonderful as an army that is waving its flags.[b]
Turn your eyes away from me.
    They give me pleasure that is too strong for me!
Your hair is like a group of goats
    that are coming down from Mount Gilead.

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Footnotes

  1. 6:4 Tirzah and Jerusalem are both beautiful capital cities.
  2. 6:4 Another way to translate the end of verse 4 may be: You are like an army that is holding up its beautiful cloth with bright colours. People might be afraid of an army like that!