4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible 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 bare 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 terrible as an army with banners? |
