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

¹ The Lover to His Beloved: Oh, you are beautiful, my darling! Oh, you are beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are like doves. Your hair is like a flock of female goats descending from Mount Gilead. ² Your teeth are like a flock of newly-shorn sheep coming up from the washing place; each of them has a twin, and not one of them is missing. ³ Your lips are like a scarlet thread; your mouth is lovely. Your forehead behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. ⁴ Your neck is like the tower of David built with courses of stones; one thousand shields are hung on it -- all shields of valiant warriors. ⁵ Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of the gazelle grazing among the lilies. ⁶ Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. ⁷ You are altogether beautiful, my darling! There is no blemish in you!