4
[Man]You are as beautiful, my dearest, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, formidable as those lofty sights.
5
Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats as they stream down from Gilead.
6
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes as they come up from the washing pool— all of them perfectly matched, not one of them lacks its twin.
7
Like a slice of pomegranate is the curve of your face behind the veil of your hair.
8
There may be sixty queens and eighty secondary wives, young women beyond counting,