4
[He] You are as beautiful as Tirtzah, my love, as lovely as Yerushalayim, but formidable as an army marching under banners.
5
Turn your eyes away from me, because they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Gil'ad.
6
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that have just come up from being washed; each of them is matched, and none of them is missing.
7
Your cheeks are like a pomegranate split open behind your veil.
8
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, as well as young women beyond number;