³ I belong to my lover,
    and my lover belongs to me.
    He feeds among the lilies.

⁴ My darling, you are as beautiful as the city of Tirzah,
    as lovely as the city of Jerusalem,
    like an army flying flags.
⁵ Turn your eyes from me,
    because they excite me too much.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    streaming down Mount Gilead.