⁵ Your two breasts are like two fawns,
        twins of a gazelle doe,
        that graze among the lilies.
⁶ Before the day breeze blows
        and the shadows flee,
        I will be off to the mountain of myrrh,
        to the hill of frankincense.
⁷ You are utterly beautiful, my dearest;
        there’s not a single flaw in you.