2 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn,which came up from the washing;whereof every one bear twins,and none is barren among them.
3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,and thy speech is comely:thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armory,whereon there hang a thousand bucklers,all shields of mighty men.
5 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins,which feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day break,and the shadows flee away,I will get me to the mountain of myrrh,and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse,with me from Lebanon:look from the top of Ama´na,from the top of Shenir and Hermon,from the lions' dens,from the mountains of the leopards.