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

Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:

Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.

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I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;(A)
    he browses among the lilies.(B)

He

You are as beautiful as Tirzah,(C) my darling,
    as lovely as Jerusalem,(D)
    as majestic as troops with banners.(E)
Turn your eyes from me;
    they overwhelm me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    descending from Gilead.(F)

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