⁴ “Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, fearsome as an army with banners.

⁵ Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

⁶ Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.

⁷ As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

⁸ There are threescore queens and fourscore concubines and virgins without number.

⁹ My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice one of her that bore her.” “The daughters saw her and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her:

¹⁰ ‘Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and fearsome as an army with banners?’”