1 Oh my! You are beautiful, my beloved! Oh my! You are beautiful! Your eyes are doves from behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats that move down from the mountains of Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes that came up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none bereaved among them.
3 Your lips are like a thread of crimson, and your mouth is lovely. Your temple is like pomegranate from behind your veil.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built in courses; a thousand ornaments are hung on it, all the shields of the warriors.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle that feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of the myrrh, to the hill of the frankincense.