1 How lovely you are, my darling, how lovely! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of ewe goats descending down from Mount Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes coming up from washing. Each of them has a twin, and none among them is missing.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread and your speech is lovely. Your temple is like a slice of pomegranate behind your veil.
4 Like the tower of David is your neck, built for weapons. A thousand shields are hung on it —all shields of warriors.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twin gazelles grazing among the lilies.
6 Until the day cools and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.