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Turn away thine eyes from me,
For they [a]have overcome me.
Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
That lie along the side of Gilead.
Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes,
Which are come up from the washing;
Whereof every one hath twins,
And none is bereaved among them.
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
Behind thy veil.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 6:5 Or, make me afraid