You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah,1 lovely as Jerusalem,2 majestic as troops with banners.35
Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.46
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is alone.57
Your temples behind your veil6 are like the halves of a pomegranate.78
Sixty queens8 there may be, and eighty concubines,9 and virgins beyond number;
but my dove,10 my perfect one,11 is unique, the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her.12 The maidens saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her.