Song of Songs 4:1-7
How beautiful you are, my beloved, how beautiful you are! Your
eyes are doves, behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats surging
down Mount Gilead.
2 Your teeth, a flock of sheep to be shorn when they come up from
the washing. Each one has its twin, not one unpaired with another.
3 Your lips are a scarlet thread and your words enchanting. Your
cheeks, behind your veil, are halves of pomegranate.
4 Your neck is the Tower of David built on layers, hung round with
a thousand bucklers, and each the shield of a hero.
5 Your two breasts are two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed
among the lilies.
6 Before the day-breeze rises, before the shadows flee, I shall go
to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
7 You are wholly beautiful, my beloved, and without a blemish.
And the pic that I drew:
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