You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah,8 lovely as Jerusalem,9 majestic as troops with banners.105
Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.116
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is alone.127
Your temples behind your veil13 are like the halves of a pomegranate.148
Sixty queens15 there may be, and eighty concubines,16 and virgins beyond number;
but my dove,17 my perfect one,18 is unique, the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her.19 The maidens saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her.
I went down to the grove of nut trees to look at the new growth in the valley, to see if the vines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom.2012
Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.a