T urn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me! Your hair is like a flock of goats trailing down from Mount Gilead.
حَوِّلِي عَينَيكِ عَنِّي، لأنَّهُما تَقوَيانِ عَلَيَّ. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ مِعْزٍ يَنحَدِرُ مِنْ عَلَى جَبَلِ جِلْعادَ،
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