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5Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead. 6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost. 7Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. 8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number, 9but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.