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,
9 but there is only one like my dove, my perfect one.She is her mother’s only daughter,the brightest of the one who gave her birth.The young women saw her and called her happy;the queens and the slave women also praised her.
10 Who is that young womanthat shines out like the dawn?She is as pretty as the moon,as bright as the sun,as wonderful as an army flying flags.
11 I went down into the orchard of nut treesto see the blossoms of the valley,to look for buds on the vines,to see if the pomegranate trees had bloomed.