Behold, you are beautiful.
Your eyes are like doves behind your veil.
    Your hair is as a flock of goats,
    that descend from Mount Gilead.
² Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock,
    which have come up from the washing,
    where every one of them has twins.
    None is bereaved among them.
³ Your lips are like scarlet thread.
    Your mouth is lovely.
    Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
⁴ Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory,
    on which a thousand shields hang,
    all the shields of the mighty men.
⁵ Your two breasts are like two fawns
    that are twins of a roe,
    which feed among the lilies.

⁶ Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away,
    I will go to the mountain of myrrh,
    to the hill of frankincense.

⁷ You are all beautiful, my love.
    There is no spot in you.