4
You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
5
Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
6
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
7
Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
8
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,