4
You [are] beautiful, my beloved, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, {overwhelming as an army with banners}.
5
Turn away your eyes from before me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair [is] like a flock of the goats that moves down from Gilead.
6
Your teeth [are] like a flock of the ewes that have come up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none bereaved among them.
7
Your cheeks {behind} your veil [are] like halves of a pomegranate.
8
Sixty queens there [are], eighty concubines, and maidens beyond number.