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

¹ O how fair art thou, my love, how fair art thou? Thou hast doves' eyes, beside that which lieth hid within. Thy hairy locks are like the wool of a flock of goats that be shorn on Mount Gilead. ² Thy teeth are like sheep that be clipped, which go first up from the washing place: where every one beareth two twins, and not one unfruitful among them. ³ Thy lips are like a rose colored ribbon, thy words are lovely: thy cheeks are like a piece of a pomegranate, within thine hairs. ⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of David builded with bulwarks, whereupon there hang a thousand shields; yea, all the weapons of the giants. ⁵ Thy two breasts are like two twins of young roes, which feed among the lilies. ⁶ O that I might go to the mountain of Myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense, till the day break, and till the shadows be past away. ⁷ Thou art all fair, O my love, and no spot is there in thee.