Solomon and His Bride Delight in Each Other

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You are beautiful as (A)Tirzah, (B)my love,
    (C)lovely as (D)Jerusalem,
    (E)awesome as an army with banners.
Turn away your eyes from me,
    for they overwhelm me—
(F)Your hair is like a flock of goats
    leaping down the slopes of Gilead.
(G)Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
    that have come up from the washing;
all of them bear twins;
    not one among them has lost its young.
(H)Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
    behind your veil.
There are (I)sixty (J)queens and eighty (K)concubines,
    and (L)virgins without number.
My (M)dove, my (N)perfect one, is the only one,
    the only one of her mother,
    pure to (O)her who bore her.
(P)The young women saw her and called her blessed;
    (Q)the queens and (R)concubines also, and they praised her.

10 (S)“Who is this who looks down like the dawn,
    beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun,
    (T)awesome as an army with banners?”

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An overwhelming sight

[Man]

You are as beautiful, my dearest, as Tirzah,
        as lovely as Jerusalem,
        formidable as those lofty sights.
Turn your eyes away from me,
        for they overwhelm me!

Your hair is like a flock of goats
        as they stream down from Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
        as they come up from the washing pool—
            all of them perfectly matched,
            not one of them lacks its twin.
Like a slice of pomegranate is the curve of your face
        behind the veil of your hair.
There may be sixty queens
        and eighty secondary wives,
        young women beyond counting,
    but my dove, my perfect one, is one of a kind.
To her mother she’s the only one,
        radiant to the one who bore her.
Young women see her and declare her fortunate;
        queens and secondary wives praise her.

10 Who is this, gazing down like the morning star,
        beautiful as the full moon,
        radiant as the sun,
        formidable as those lofty sights?

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