Song of Solomon 6:4-8

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.