2 My lover has gone down to his garden,to the beds of spices,to feed in the gardensand to gather lilies.
3 I belong to my lover,and my lover belongs to me.He feeds among the lilies.
4 My darling, you are as beautiful as the city of Tirzah,as lovely as the city of Jerusalem,like an army flying flags.
5 Turn your eyes from me,because they excite me too much.Your hair is like a flock of goatsstreaming down Mount Gilead.
6 Your teeth are white like sheepjust coming from their bath;each one has a twin,and none of them is missing.
7 Your cheeks behind your veilare like slices of a pomegranate.
8 There may be sixty queens and eighty slave womenand so many girls you cannot count them,