Song of Songs 6:4-9

4O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners!

5Turn your eyes away from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats Going down from Gilead.

6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep Which have come up from the washing; Every one bears twins, And none is barren among them.

7Like a piece of pomegranate Are your temples behind your veil.

8There are sixty queens And eighty concubines, And virgins without number.

9My dove, my perfect one, Is the only one, The only one of her mother, The favorite of the one who bore her. The daughters saw her And called her blessed, The queens and the concubines, And they praised her.