Song of Solomon 4:4-8

⁴Thy neck is like the tower of David built on terraces, a thousand shields hang-thereon, all the quivers of the mighty men.

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

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

⁷Thou art altogether beautiful, my beloved, and there is no blemish on thee.—

⁸Come with me from Lebanon, O bride, with me from Lebanon: look about from the top of Amanah, from the top of Senir and Chermon, from the lions' dens, from the leopards' mountains.