Behold, you are beautiful, My love. Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves' from behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead.

Your lips are like a cord of scarlet, and your speech is becoming; your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil.

The watchmen who went about the city found me and struck me; they wounded me. The keepers of the wall lifted my veil from me.

Your temples behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate.