1 How fair you are, my love!How very fair!Your eyes are doves behind your veil.Your hair is like a flock of goats,streaming down the hills of Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewesthat have come up from the washing,all of which bear twins,and not one among them has lost its young.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread,and your mouth is lovely.Your cheeks are halves of a pomegranatebehind your veil.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David,built in rows of stone;on it hang a thousand shields,all of them shields of mighty men.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,twins of a gazelle,that feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day breathesand the shadows flee,I will go away to the mountain of myrrhand the hill of frankincense.