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

¹ {Oh my}! You [are] beautiful, my beloved! {Oh my}! 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 pomegranate from behind your veil. ⁴ Your neck [is] like the tower of David, built in courses; a thousand {ornaments} 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}!