5 Turn your eyes away from me,for they stir me up.Your hair is like a flock of goatsstreaming down from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewesthat come up from the washing,All of them big with twins,none of them barren.
7 Like pomegranate halves,your cheeks behind your veil.
8 Sixty are the queens, eighty the concubines,and young women without number—
9 One alone is my dove, my perfect one,her mother’s special one,favorite of the one who bore her.Daughters see her and call her happy,queens and concubines, and they praise her:
10 “Who is this that comes forth like the dawn,beautiful as the white moon, pure as the blazing sun,fearsome as celestial visions?”
11 W To the walnut grove I went down,to see the young growth of the valley;To see if the vines were in bloom,if the pomegranates had blossomed.