Song of Songs 6:5-9

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.