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;
9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique,the only daughter of her mother,the favourite of the one who bore her.The young women saw her and called her blessed;the queens and concubines praised her.
10 Who is this that appears like the dawn,fair as the moon, bright as the sun,majestic as the stars in procession?
11 I went down to the grove of nut treesto look at the new growth in the valley,to see if the vines had buddedor the pomegranates were in bloom.