Song of Songs 6:4-10
4
Lover
You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah,
lovely as Jerusalem,
majestic as troops with banners.
5
Turn your eyes from me;
they overwhelm me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
descending from Gilead.
6
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin,
not one of them is alone.
7
Your temples behind your veil
are like the halves of a pomegranate.
8
Sixty queens there may be,
and eighty concubines,
and virgins beyond number;
9
but my dove, my perfect one, is unique,
the only daughter of her mother,
the favorite of the one who bore her.
The maidens saw her and called her blessed;
the queens and concubines praised her.
10
Friends
Who is this that appears like the dawn,
fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
majestic as the stars in procession?