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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.
Your cheeks behind[a] your veil
    are like halves of a pomegranate.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 6:7 Literally “from behind”