Song of Songs 6:2-5

²My darling went down into his orchard, to the garden of sweet smelling spices, that he be fed there in the orchards, and gather lilies.

³I to my darling; and my darling, that is fed among the lilies, be to me.

⁴My love, thou art fair, sweet and shapely as Jerusalem, thou art fearedful as the battle array of hosts set in good order.

⁵Turn away thine eyes from me, for they made me to flee away; thine hairs be as the flocks of goats, that appeared from Gilead.