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Don’t look at me!
    Your eyes excite me too much!
And your hair is long and flowing,
    like little goats dancing down the slopes of Mount Gilead.
Your teeth are white like ewes[a]
    just coming from their bath.
They all give birth to twins.
    Not one of them has lost a baby.
Your cheeks under your veil
    are like slices of pomegranate.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 6:6 ewes Female goats.

Turn your eyes from me;
    they overwhelm me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    descending from Gilead.(A)
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
    coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin,
    not one of them is missing.(B)
Your temples behind your veil(C)
    are like the halves of a pomegranate.(D)

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