Song of Solomon 4:3-8

³Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely; thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.

⁴Thy neck is like the tower of David builded with turrets, whereon there hang a thousand shields, all the armour of the mighty men.

⁵Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.

⁶Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

⁷Thou art all fair, my love; and there is no spot in thee.

⁸Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.