Song of Solomon 4:1–7

The Groom’s Praise of His Bride

4 Look! You are beautiful, my beloved!

Look! 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 halves of pomegranate

from behind your veil.

4 Your neck is like the tower of David,

built in courses;

a thousand ⌊ornaments⌋a 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⌋!b