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I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.

Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.

Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.

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She

My beloved has gone(A) down to his garden,(B)
    to the beds of spices,(C)
to browse in the gardens
    and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;(D)
    he browses among the lilies.(E)

He

You are as beautiful as Tirzah,(F) my darling,
    as lovely as Jerusalem,(G)
    as majestic as troops with banners.(H)

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