4
You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.
5
Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
6
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
7
Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.
8
There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.