Solomon’s Praise of His Beloved

• 4 are beautiful, my beloved, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem,
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• 5  for they overwhelm me.
• Your hair is like a flock of the goats
  • that moves down from Gilead.
  • 6 are like a flock of the ewes that have come up from the washing,
• all of them bearing twins,
  • and there is none bereaved among them.
  • 7 [fn] your veil are like halves of a pomegranate.