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Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah,
comely as Jerusalem,
terrible as an army with banners.
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me:
thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing,
whereof every one beareth twins,
and there is not one barren among them.

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