3 I am his, and he is mine,as he feeds his sheepamong the lilies.
4 My dearest, the cities of Tirzahand Jerusalemare not as lovely as you.Your charms are more powerfulthan all the starsin the heavens.
5 Turn away your eyes—they make me melt.Your hair tosses aboutas gracefully as goatscoming down from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are whiterthan sheep freshly washed;they match perfectly,not one is missing.
7 Behind your veil are hiddenbeautiful rosy cheeks.
8 What if I could havesixty queens, eighty wives,and thousands of others!
9 You would be my only choice,my flawless dove,the favourite childof your mother.The young women, the queens,and all the otherstell how excited you areas they sing your praises: