4. Your neck is like the tower of David,Built for an armory,On which hang a thousand bucklers,All shields of mighty men.
5. Your two breasts are like two fawns,Twins of a gazelle,Which feed among the lilies.
6. Until the day breaksAnd the shadows flee away,I will go my way to the mountain of myrrhAnd to the hill of frankincense.
7. You are all fair, my love,And there is no spot in you.