The Song of Solomon 4:3-7

³Thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is thy cheek without thy veil.

⁴Thy neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury: a thousand shields hang upon it, and all darts of mighty men.

⁵Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed among the lilies.

⁶Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

⁷Thou art all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in thee.