4
My darling, you are as beautiful as the city of Tirzah, as lovely as the city of Jerusalem, like an army flying flags.
5
Turn your eyes from me, because they excite me too much. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
6
Your teeth are white like sheep just coming from their bath; each one has a twin, and none of them is missing.
7
Your cheeks behind your veil are like slices of a pomegranate.
8
There may be sixty queens and eighty slave women and so many girls you cannot count them,