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Acclaiming the Bride’s Beauty

You are beautiful, my darling,
    like Tirzah,
lovely as Jerusalem,
    awesome as an army with banners.
Turn your eyes away from me,
    for they overwhelm me!
Your hair is like a flock of ewe goats
    descending down from Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
    that have come up from the washing.
Each of them has a twin,
    and none among them is missing.

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