Song of Songs 4:1-7 - Groom's Praise Of His Bride

¹ See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead. ² Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young. ³ Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil. ⁴ Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men. ⁵ Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies. ⁶ Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. ⁷ You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.