Turn away your eyes from me,
    for they overwhelm me—
(A)Your hair is like a flock of goats
    leaping down the slopes of Gilead.

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Turn your eyes from me;
    they overwhelm me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    descending from Gilead.(A)

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Your head crowns you like (A)Carmel,
    and your (B)flowing locks are like purple;
    a king is held captive in the tresses.

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Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel.(A)
    Your hair is like royal tapestry;
    the king is held captive by its tresses.

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