2 My beloved has gone down to his gardento the beds of spices,to graze in the gardensand to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;he grazes among the lilies.
4 You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5 Turn away your eyes from me,for they overwhelm me— Your hair is like a flock of goatsleaping down the slopes of Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewesthat have come up from the washing;all of them bear twins;not one among them has lost its young.
7 Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranatebehind your veil.
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,and virgins without number.