You are as beautiful as Tirzah,c my darling, lovely as Jerusalem, awe-inspiring as an army with banners.d5
Turn your eyes away from me, for they captivate me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.e6
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from washing, each one having a twin, and not one missing.fg7
Behind your veil,h your browi is like a slice of pomegranate.
There are 60 queens and 80 concubines and young womenj without number.
But my dove, my virtuous one, is unique; she is the favorite of her mother, perfect to the one who gave her birth. Women see her and declare her fortunate; queens and concubines also, and they sing her praises:
I came down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding and the pomegranates blooming.
Before I knew it, my desire put me [among] the chariots of my noble people.n