⁵ 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.

⁵ 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.

⁵ Your head crowns you like ^(A)Carmel,
    and your ^(B)flowing locks are like purple;
    a king is held captive in the tresses.

⁵ Your head crowns you like ^(A)Carmel,
    and your ^(B)flowing locks are like purple;
    a king is held captive in the tresses.