4. Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.
5. Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.
6. Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.
7. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
8. There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number.
9. My dove, my undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.