⁴ You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
    comely as Jerusalem,
    terrible as an army with banners.^(A)
5 Turn away your eyes from me,
    for they overwhelm me!
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
    moving down the slopes of Gilead.^(B)
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
    that have come up from the washing;
all of them bear twins,
    and not one among them is bereaved.^(C)
7 Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
    behind your veil.^(D)
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines
    and maidens without number.^(E)
9 My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,
    the darling of her mother,
    flawless to her who bore her.
The maidens saw her and called her happy;
    the queens and concubines praised her.^(F)
10 “Who is this that looks forth like the dawn,
    fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
    terrible as an army with banners?”^(G)