3 I belong to my lover and my lover belongs to me—the one grazing among the lilies.[Man]
4 You are as beautiful, my dearest, as Tirzah,as lovely as Jerusalem,formidable as those lofty sights.
5 Turn your eyes away from me,for they overwhelm me!Your hair is like a flock of goatsas they stream down from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewesas they come up from the washing pool—all of them perfectly matched,not one of them lacks its twin.
7 Like a slice of pomegranate is the curve of your facebehind the veil of your hair.
8 There may be sixty queensand eighty secondary wives,young women beyond counting,
9 but my dove, my perfect one, is one of a kind.To her mother she’s the only one,radiant to the one who bore her.Young women see her and declare her fortunate;queens and secondary wives praise her.