⁴ My darling, you are as beautiful as the city of Tirzah.
    You are as lovely as the city of Jerusalem.
    You are as wonderful as an army flying flags.
⁵ Turn your eyes from me.
    They excite me too much!
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    streaming down Mount Gilead.
⁶ Your teeth are white like sheep
    just coming from their bath.
Each one has a twin.
    None of them is alone.
⁷ Your cheeks behind your veil
    are like slices of a pomegranate.
⁸ There may be 60 queens and 80 slave women
    and so many girls you cannot count them.
⁹ But there is only one like my dove, my perfect one.
    She is her mother’s only daughter,
    the brightest of the one who gave her birth.
The young women saw her and called her happy.
    The queens and the slave women also praised her.

¹⁰ Who is that young woman?
    She shines out like the dawn.
She’s as pretty as the moon.
    She’s as bright as the sun.
And she’s as wonderful
    as an army flying flags.