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(6-3) Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem terrible as an army set in array.
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(6-4) Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.
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(6-5) Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
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(6-6) Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.
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(6-7) There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.