Song of Solomon 6:4–9

You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,

lovely as Jerusalem,

awesome as an army with banners.

Turn away your eyes from me,

for they overwhelm me—

Your hair is like a flock of goats

leaping down the slopes of Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes

that have come up from the washing;

all of them bear twins;

not one among them has lost its young.

Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate

behind your veil.

There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,

and virgins without number.

My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,

the only one of her mother,

pure to her who bore her.

The young women saw her and called her blessed;

the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.

You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,

as lovely as Jerusalem,

as majestic as troops with banners.

Turn your eyes from me;

they overwhelm me.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

descending from Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep

coming up from the washing.

Each has its twin,

not one of them is missing.

Your temples behind your veil

are like the halves of a pomegranate.

Sixty queens there may be,

and eighty concubines,

and virgins beyond number;

but my dove, my perfect one, is unique,

the only daughter of her mother,

the favorite of the one who bore her.

The young women saw her and called her blessed;

the queens and concubines praised her.

You are beautiful, my darling,

like the lovely city of Tirzah.

Yes, as beautiful as Jerusalem,

as majestic as an army with billowing banners.

Turn your eyes away,

for they overpower me.

Your hair falls in waves,

like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.

Your teeth are as white as sheep

that are freshly washed.

Your smile is flawless,

each tooth matched with its twin.

Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates

behind your veil.

Even among sixty queens

and eighty concubines

and countless young women,

I would still choose my dove, my perfect one—

the favorite of her mother,

dearly loved by the one who bore her.

The young women see her and praise her;

even queens and royal concubines sing her praises:

You are beautiful, my beloved, as Tirzah,

lovely as Jerusalem,

overwhelming as an army with banners.

Turn away your eyes from before me,

for they overwhelm me.

Your hair is like a flock of the goats

that moves down from Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of the ewes

that have come up from the washing,

all of them bearing twins,

and there is none bereaved among them.

Your cheeks behind your veil

are like halves of a pomegranate.

Sixty queens there are, eighty concubines,

and maidens beyond number.

My dove, she is the one;

my perfect, she is the only one;

she is the favorite of her mother who bore her.

Maidens see her and consider her fortunate;

queens and concubines praise her:

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah,

Comely as Jerusalem,

Terrible as an army with banners.

Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me:

Thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

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.

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

There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines,

And virgins without number.

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.