4
You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
5
Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
6
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is missing.
7
Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
8
Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number;