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,
9 I would still choose my dove, my perfect one—the favorite of her mother,dearly loved by the one who bore her.The young women see her and praise her;even queens and royal concubines sing her praises:
10 “Who is this, arising like the dawn,as fair as the moon,as bright as the sun,as majestic as an army with billowing banners?”
11 I went down to the grove of walnut treesand out to the valley to see the new spring growth,to see whether the grapevines had buddedor the pomegranates were in bloom.