4
Thou
art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as desirable as Jerusalem, imposing as the standard-bearer
of the army.
5
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me; thy hair
is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
6
Thy teeth
are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, of which every one bears twins, and
there is not one barren among them.
7
As slices of pomegranate
are thy temples within thy locks.
8
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.