2 My lover has gone down to his garden,to his spice beds,to browse in the gardensand gather the lilies.
3 I am my lover’s, and my lover is mine.He browses among the lilies.
4 You are beautiful, my darling,like the lovely city of Tirzah.Yes, as beautiful as Jerusalem,as majestic as an army with billowing banners.
5 Turn your eyes away,for they overpower me.Your hair falls in waves,like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.
6 Your teeth are as white as sheepthat are freshly washed.Your smile is flawless,each tooth matched with its twin.
7 Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranatesbehind your veil.
8 Even among sixty queensand eighty concubinesand countless young women,