Song of Songs 6:4-10

4“You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, As lovely as Jerusalem, As majestic as an army with banners!

5Turn your [flashing] eyes away from me, For they have confused and overcome me; Your hair is like [the shimmering black fleece of] a flock of [Arabian] goats That have descended from Mount Gilead.

6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes Which have come up from their washing, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.

7Your temples are like a slice of the pomegranate Behind your veil.

8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, And maidens without number;

9But my dove, my perfect one, stands alone [above them all]; She is her mother’s only daughter; She is the pure child of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and called her blessed and happy, The queens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying,

10‘Who is this that looks down like the dawn, Fair and beautiful as the full moon, Clear and pure as the sun, As majestic as an army with banners?’