Song of Songs 6:4-9

4Thou art fair, my love, as TirzahH8656, Comely as JerusalemH3389, Terrible as troops with banners:

5TurnH5437 away thine eyesH5869 from me, For they overcome me. Thy hairH8181 is as a flockH5739 of goatsH5795 On the slopes of GileadH1568.

6Thy teethH8127 are like a flockH5739 of sheep Which goH5927 up from the washingH7367; Which have all borne twinsH8382, And none is barren among them.

7As a piece of a pomegranateH7416 are thy templesH7541 Behind thy veilH6777.

8There are threescore queensH4436, and fourscore concubinesH6370, And virgins without numberH4557:

9My doveH3123, mine undefiled, is but oneH259; She is the only oneH259 of her motherH517, She is the choice oneH259 of her that boreH3205 her. The daughtersH1323 sawH7200 her, and they calledH833 her blessed; The queensH4436 and the concubinesH6370, and they praisedH1984 her.