As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

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.

His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

Return, return, Shulammite. Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD.

If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.