2 My lover has gone to his garden,where the balsam trees grow.He is feeding his flock in the gardenand gathering lilies.
3 My lover is mine, and I am his;he feeds his flock among the lilies.
4 My love, you are as beautiful as Jerusalem,as lovely as the city of Tirzah,as breathtaking as these great cities.
5 Turn your eyes away from me;they are holding me captive.Your hair dances like a flock of goatsbounding down the hills of Gilead.
6 Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheepthat have just been washed.Not one of them is missing;they are all perfectly matched.
7 Your cheeks glow behind your veil.
8 Let the king have sixty queens, eighty concubines,young women without number!