⁴ Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah,
Comely as Jerusalem,
Terrible as ^[a]an army with banners.
⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me,
For they ^[b]have overcome me.
Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
That lie along the side of Gilead.
⁶ Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes,
Which are come up from the washing;
Whereof every one hath twins,
And none is bereaved among them.
⁷ Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
Behind thy veil.
⁸ There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines,
And ^[c]virgins without number.
⁹ My dove, my ^[d]undefiled, is but one;
She is the only one of her mother;
She is the ^[e]choice one of her that bare her.
The daughters saw her, and called her blessed;
Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

¹⁰ Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,
Fair as the moon,
^[f]Clear as the sun,
Terrible as an army with banners?