Behold, thou art
fair, my love; behold, thou art
fair; thou hast
doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is
as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
Thy teeth are
like a flock of sheep that are even
shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is
barren among them.
Thy lips are
like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is
comely: thy temples are
like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
Thy neck is
like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
Thy two breasts are
like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.