SONG OF SONGS 6:2-5

²My beloved is gone down to 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: he feedeth his flock 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 lie along the side of Gilead.