Song of Songs 4:1-7

1How lovely you are, my darling, how lovely! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of ewe goats descending down from Mount Gilead.

2Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes coming up from washing. Each of them has a twin, and none among them is missing.

3Your lips are like a scarlet thread and your speech is lovely. Your temple is like a slice of pomegranate behind your veil.

4Like the tower of David is your neck, built for weapons. A thousand shields are hung on it —all shields of warriors.

5Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twin gazelles grazing among the lilies.

6Until the day cools and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

7You are altogether lovely, my darling, and no blemish is in you.