Song of Solomon 6:2-6

²M. My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of balsam, To feed in the gardens, And to gather lilies.

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

⁴Beautiful art thou, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem; But terrible as an army with banners.

⁵Turn away thine eyes from me! They overpower me! Thy locks are like a flock of goats, Which lie down upon Gilead.

⁶Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep, Which come up from the washing-place, Of which every one hath twins, And none is barren among them.