There will I tarry for thee, my love, with mine host and with my chariots, which shall be no fewer than Pharaoh's.

O how fair art thou, my love, how fair art thou? Thou hast doves' eyes.

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.

Thou hast bewitched my heart, O my sister, my spouse; thou hast bewitched my heart with one of thine eyes, and with one chain of thy neck.