Song of Songs 4:1-7

1Behold, thou artfair, my love; behold, thou artfair; thou hastdoves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.1 2Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; all of which bear twins, and none is barren among them. 3Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of pomegranate within thy locks. 4Thy neck is like the tower of David built for an armoury, on which hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. 5Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies. 6Until the day shall break, and the shadows flee away, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.2 7Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.