4
Thou [art] beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as [an army] with banners.
5
Turn away thy 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, of which every one beareth twins, and [there is] not one barren among them.
7
As a piece of pomegranate [are] thy temples within thy locks.
8
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.