Song of Songs 6:4-10

4Thou artbeautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. 5Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.1 6Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, of which every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them. 7As a piece of pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks. 8There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number. 9My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. 10Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?