3 I am my beloved's,and my beloved is mine:he feedeth among the lilies.
4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah,comely as Jerusalem,terrible as an army with banners.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me,for they have overcome me:thy hair is as a flock of goatsthat appear from Gil´e-ad:
6 thy teeth are as a flock of sheepwhich go up from the washing,whereof every one beareth twins,and there is not one barren among them.
7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
8 There are threescore queens,and fourscore concubines,and virgins without number.
9 My dove, my undefiled is but one;she is the only one of her mother,she is the choice one of her that bare her.The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines,and they praised her.