Song of Songs 4:1-7

1Look at you! You are beautiful, my true love. Look at you! You are so beautiful. Your eyes behind your veil are like doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats moving down Mount Gilead.

2Your teeth are like a flock of sheep about to be sheared, sheep that come up from the washing. All of them bear twins, and not one has lost its young.

3Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like slices of pomegranate.

4Your neck is like David’s beautifully-designed tower. A thousand round shields belonging to soldiers are hung on it.

5Your breasts are like two fawns, like twin gazelles grazing among the lilies.

6When the day brings a cool breeze and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of incense.

7You are beautiful in every way, my true love. There is no blemish on you.