Song of Solomon 6:2-6

²My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.

³I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.

⁴Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:

⁵Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.

⁶Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.