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The Young Woman’s Matchless Beauty

You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
    comely as Jerusalem,
    terrible as an army with banners.(A)
Turn away your eyes from me,
    for they overwhelm me!
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
    moving down the slopes of Gilead.(B)
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
    that have come up from the washing;
all of them bear twins,
    and not one among them is bereaved.(C)
Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
    behind your veil.(D)
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines
    and maidens without number.(E)
My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,
    the darling of her mother,
    flawless to her who bore her.
The maidens saw her and called her happy;
    the queens and concubines praised her.(F)
10 “Who is this that looks forth like the dawn,
    fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
    terrible as an army with banners?”(G)

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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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