Song of Solomon 4:1-7

¹How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves’ eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad.

²Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.

³Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within.

⁴Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men.

⁵Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

⁶Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

⁷Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.