Song 4:1-3

M^, How beautiful you are, my friend,

how beautiful you are!

Your eyes are doves

behind your veil.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

streaming down Mount Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes to be shorn,

that come up from the washing,

All of them big with twins,

none of them barren.

Like a scarlet strand, your lips,

and your mouth—lovely!

Like pomegranate halves, your cheeks

behind your veil.