4
Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.
5
Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn , that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely.
6
Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, without thy veil.
7
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
8
My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her.