Turn your eyes away from me,
for they captivate me.(A)
Your hair is like a flock of goats
streaming down from Gilead.(B)

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Turn your eyes from me;
    they overwhelm me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    descending from Gilead.(A)

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Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

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Your head crowns you[a] like Mount Carmel,
the hair of your head like purple cloth—
a king could be held captive(A) in your tresses.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 7:5 Lit head upon you is

Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel.(A)
    Your hair is like royal tapestry;
    the king is held captive by its tresses.

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Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

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