Song of Songs 4:1-5

1Behold, you are fair, my love! Behold, you are fair! You have dove’s eyes behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, Going down from Mount Gilead.

2Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep Which have come up from the washing, Every one of which bears twins, And none is barren among them.

3Your lips are like a strand of scarlet, And your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil Are like a piece of pomegranate.

4Your neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armory, On which hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men.

5Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.