Song of Songs 6:2-6

²My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the garden and to gather lilies.

³I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies with pleasure.

⁴You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners.

⁵Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from the slopes of Gilead.

⁶Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.