Song of Solomon 6:2-6

²'My 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, that feedeth among the lilies.'

⁴Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

⁵Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from Gilead.

⁶Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.