Until the day shall breathe and the shadows fled away, turn, thou, it being likened to thee, my beloved, to the roe, or to the fawn of the hind upon the mountains of section.

All of them holding the sword, being trained to war: each his sword upon his thigh from terror in the night

Thou art beautiful my friend, as delight; becoming as Jerusalem, a terror as those being furnished with banners.

Who this looking forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, a terror as those being furnished with banners?

Thy head upon thee as Carmel, and the locks of thy head as purple; the King being bound in curls.