The Song of Solomon 6:4-9

⁴Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as armies set in array.

⁵Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.

⁶Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely.

⁷Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without thy veil.

⁸There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.

⁹My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her.