beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is
as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
Thy teeth are
as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is
not one barren among them.
As a piece of a pomegranate are
thy temples within thy locks.
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.