Song of Songs 6:4-9

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.