Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair , Thy neck with strings of jewels.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.

Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.

Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses thereof .