2 "My love has gone down to his garden. He's gone to the beds of spices. He's eating in the gardens. He's gathering lilies.
3 I belong to my love, and he belongs to me. He's eating among the lilies." The king says,
4 "My love, you are as beautiful as the city of Tirzah. You are as lovely as Jerusalem. You are as majestic as troops carrying their banners.
5 Turn your eyes away from me. They overpower me. Your hair flows like a flock of black goats coming down from Mount Gilead.
6 Your teeth are as clean as a flock of sheep coming up from being washed. Each of your teeth has its twin. Not one of them is alone.
7 Your cheeks behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
8 There might be 60 queens and 80 concubines. There might be more virgins than anyone can count.