4
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners .
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, whereof every one beareth twins , and there is not one barren among them.
7
As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
8
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.