Behold, my love, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like dove eyes behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead. Your teeth are like a herd of shorn sheep, where every one of them has twins. Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like pieces of pomegranate. Your neck is like David’s tower with an armory on which 1,000 shields hang. Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, and which feed among the lilies. There is the mountain of myrrh, the hill of frankincense.