Song of Solomon 6:3-7

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

⁴Thou art fair, 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 lie along the side of Gilead.

⁶Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.

⁷Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.