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I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;
    he pastures his flock among the lilies.

The Bride’s Matchless Beauty

You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
    comely as Jerusalem,
    terrible as an army with banners.
Turn away your eyes from me,
    for they disturb me—
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
    moving down 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)

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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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