³ 
“I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine,
He who feeds his flock among the lilies.”

⁴ 
“You are as beautiful as ^[a]Tirzah, my darling,
As lovely as Jerusalem,
As majestic as an army with banners!
⁵ 
“Turn your [flashing] eyes away from me,
For they have confused and overcome me;
Your hair is like [the shimmering black fleece of] a flock of [Arabian] goats
That have descended from Mount Gilead.