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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.
Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
    and your mouth is lovely.
Behind your veil,
    your temple is like a slice of pomegranate.
Your neck is like the tower of David,
    built with rows of stones.
A thousand shields are hung upon it,
    all the shields of the warriors.

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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