4 You are beautiful, my beloved, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, overwhelming as an army with banners.
5 Turn away your eyes from before me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of the goats that moves down from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of the ewes that have come up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none bereaved among them.
7 Your cheeks behind your veil are like halves of a pomegranate.
8 Sixty queens there are, eighty concubines, and maidens beyond number.
9 My dove, she is the one; my perfect, she is the only one; she is the favorite of her mother who bore her. Maidens see her and consider her fortunate; queens and concubines praise her:
10 “Who is this that looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, overwhelming as an army with banners?”