2 My beloved has gone down to his garden,to the beds of spices,to browse in the gardensand to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;he browses among the lilies.
4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,as lovely as Jerusalem,as majestic as troops with banners.
5 Turn your eyes from me;they overwhelm me.Your hair is like a flock of goatsdescending from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheepcoming up from the washing.Each has its twin,not one of them is missing.
7 Your temples behind your veilare like the halves of a pomegranate.
8 Sixty queens there may be,and eighty concubines,and virgins beyond number;