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Solomon’s Praise of His Beloved

You are beautiful, my beloved, as Tirzah,
    lovely as Jerusalem,
        overwhelming as an army with banners.[a]
Turn away your eyes from before me,
    for they overwhelm me.
Your hair is like a flock of the goats
    that moves down from Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of the ewes
    that have come up from the washing,
all of them bearing twins,
    and there is none bereaved among them.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 6:4 Literally “terrible as the bannered ones”