1 Behold, ^ayou are fair, my love!
Behold, you are fair!
You have dove’s eyes behind your veil.
Your hair is like a ^bflock of goats,
Going down from Mount Gilead. ‡

2 ^aYour teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep
Which have come up from the washing,
Every one of which bears twins,
And none is¹ barren among them. ‡

4 ^aYour neck is like the tower of David,
Built ^bfor an armory,
On which hang a thousand¹ bucklers,
All shields of mighty men. ‡

5 ^aYour two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle,
Which feed among the lilies. ‡