Song of Songs 6:4-9

4Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:

5Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.

6Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

7As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

8There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:

9My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.