Song of Songs 4:1-7 - Groom's Praise Of His Bride
1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead. 2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them. 3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil. 4 Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men. 5 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies. 6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense. 7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.