Song of Solomon 4:3

1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, That descend from Mount Gilead.

2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, Which have come up from the washing, Where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.

3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

4 Your neck is like David`s tower built for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand shields, All the shields of the mighty men.

5 Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.

6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, To the hill of frankincense.

7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.