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Turn your eyes from me,
    for they excite me.[a]
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    coming down from Mt. Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
    coming up from being washed.[b]
All of them are twins,
    not one has lost[c] her young.
Your temple[d] behind your veil
    is like a slice of pomegranate.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 6:5 Or overwhelm me
  2. Song of Solomon 6:6 Lit. from washing
  3. Song of Solomon 6:6 Lit. been bereaved of; i.e. her teeth match
  4. Song of Solomon 6:7 Or brow