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.
7As a divided pomegranate Are thy cheeks behind thy veil.
8Threescore are the queens, and fourscore the concubines, And the maidens without number.
9But my dove, my undefiled, is the one; She is the incomparable one of her mother, The darling of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; The queens and concubines, and they praised her.
Song of Solomon 6
Song of Solomon 6:2-9