Song of Songs 6:3-12

³I belong to the one who loves me, and the one who loves me belongs to me; he enjoys kissing my lips like MET a shepherd enjoys taking care of his sheep.

⁴My darling, you are beautiful, like SIM Tirzah the capital city of Israel and Jerusalem the capital city of Judah are beautiful; you are as exciting MET as a group/battalion of troops holding up their banners.

⁵Quit looking at me like that, because your eyes excite me very much. Your long black hair moves from side to side like SIM a flock of black goats moving down the slopes of Gilead Mountain.

⁶Your teeth are very white like SIM a flock of sheep whose wool has just been shorn and that have come up from being washed in a stream. You have all of your teeth; none of them is missing.

⁷Beneath your veil, your cheeks are like SIM the halves of a pomegranate.

⁸Even if a king had 60 queens and 80 ◄concubines/slave wives► and more young women than anyone can count,

⁹none of them would be like my dove, who is perfect, you who are your mother's only daughter, whom your mother considers to be very precious. Other young women who see you say that you are fortunate, and the queens and concubines recognize that you are very beautiful.

¹⁰Who is RHQ this woman who is as delightful as SIM the dawn, as fair/delightful to look at as the light of the moon, as exciting as a group/battalion of troops holding up their banners?

¹¹I went down to some walnut trees to look at the new plants that were growing in the valley. I wanted to see if the grapevines had budded or if the pomegranate trees were blooming.

¹²But before I realized it, my desire to make love caused me to be as excited as a prince riding in a chariot.