3 I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.
4 You are beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of ewe goats descending down from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing. Each of them has a twin, and none among them is missing.
7 Your temple is like a slice of pomegranate behind your veil.
8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and young women beyond number.
9 Yet my dove, my perfect one is unique. She is her mother’s only one— a virtuous child of the one who bore her. Maidens saw her and called her blessed. Queens and concubines praised her.