Song of Solomon 4:2-8

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.

⁶Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.

⁷Thou art all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

⁸Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.