4
My love, you are as beautiful as Jerusalem, as lovely as the city of Tirzah, as breathtaking as these great cities.
5
Turn your eyes away from me; they are holding me captive. Your hair dances like a flock of goats bounding down the hills of Gilead.
6
Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep that have just been washed. Not one of them is missing; they are all perfectly matched.
7
Your cheeks glow behind your veil.
8
Let the king have sixty queens, eighty concubines, young women without number!