Song of Songs 4:1-8

¹My friendess, thou art full fair, thou art full fair; thine eyes be of culvers, without that, that is hid within; thine hairs be as the flocks of goats, that went up from the hills of Gilead.

²Thy teeth be as the flocks of shorn sheep, that went up from the washing; all be with double lambs, and no barren is among those.

³Thy lips be as a red lace, and thy speech is sweet; as the remnant of an apple of Punic, so be thy cheeks, without that, that is hid within.

⁴Thy neck is as the tower of David, which is builded with strong-holds made before for defence; a thousand shields hang on it, all the armour of strong men.

⁵Thy two teats be as two kids, twins of a capret, that be fed among lilies,

⁶till the day spring, and the shadows be bowed down. I shall go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the little hill of incense.

⁷My love, thou art all-fair, and no wem is in thee.

⁸My spousess, come thou from the Lebanon; come thou from the Lebanon, come thou; beholding from the head of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the hills of leopards.