Song of Songs 4:1-7

1Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyesH5869 are dovesH3123 behind thy veilH6777; Thy hairH8181 is as a flockH5739 of goatsH5795, On the slopes of mount GileadH1568.

2Thy teethH8127 are like a flockH5739 of shorn sheep, Which goH5927 up from the washingH7367; Which have all borne twinsH8382, And none is barren among them.

3Thy lipsH8193 are like a threadH2339 of scarletH8144, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranateH7416 are thy templesH7541 Behind thy veilH6777.

4Thy neckH6677 is like the towerH4026 of DavidH1732, BuiltH1129 for an armoury: A thousandH505 bucklers hangH8518 thereon, All shieldsH4043 of mightyH1368 menH1368.

5Thy twoH8147 breastsH7699 are like twoH8147 fawnsH6082, twinsH8380 of a gazelleH6646, Which feedH7462 among the liliesH7799.

6Until the dayH3117 dawn, and the shadows fleeH5127 away, I will get me to the mountainH2022 of myrrhH4753, And to the hillH2022 of frankincenseH3828.

7Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.