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The Beloved O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners!
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Turn your eyes away from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats Going down from Gilead.
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Your teeth are like a flock of sheep Which have come up from the washing; Every one bears twins, And none is barren among them.
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Like a piece of pomegranate Are your temples behind your veil.
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There are sixty queens And eighty concubines, And virgins without number.