4 Oh my!^[a] You are beautiful, my beloved!
    Oh my!^[b] You are beautiful!
Your eyes are doves
    from behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    that move down from the mountains of Gilead.
² Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes
    that came up from the washing,
all of them bearing twins,
    and there is none bereaved among them.
³ Your lips are like a thread of crimson,
    and your mouth is lovely.
Your temple is like pomegranate
    from behind your veil.
⁴ Your neck is like the tower of David,
    built in courses;
a thousand ornaments^[c] are hung on it,
    all the shields of the warriors.
⁵ Your two breasts are like two fawns,
    twins of a gazelle that feed among the lilies.
⁶ Until the day breathes and the shadows flee,
    I will go to the mountain of the myrrh,
        to the hill of the frankincense.
⁷ You are completely beautiful, my beloved!
    You are flawless!^[d]