3 Your lips are like a strand of scarlet,
And your mouth is lovely.
^aYour temples behind your veil
Are like a piece of pomegranate. ‡

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

6 ^aUntil the day breaks
And the shadows flee away,
I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense. ‡

7 ^aYou are all fair, my love,
And there is no spot in you. ‡