Song of Solomon 4:1-5

¹Lo, thou art fair, my friend, lo, thou art fair, Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,

²Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

³As a thread of scarlet are thy lips, And thy speech is comely, As the work of the pomegranate is thy temple behind thy veil,

⁴As the tower of David is thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.

⁵Thy two breasts are as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.