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The Lover

Look at you! You are beautiful, my darling.
Look at you! You are so beautiful.
Your eyes behind your veil are doves,
    your hair is like a flock of goats
        coming down from Mt. Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep about to be sheared,[a]
    who are coming up from being washed.[b]
All of them are twins,
    not one has lost[c] her young.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 4:2 Or like sheared sheep
  2. Song of Solomon 4:2 Lit. from washing
  3. Song of Solomon 4:2 Lit. been bereaved of; i.e. her teeth match