Song of Solomon 4:4-7

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,