5 Turn your eyes away from me,
For they have¹ overcome me.
Your hair is ^alike a flock of goats
Going down from Gilead. ‡

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

8 There are sixty queens
And eighty concubines,
And ^avirgins without number. ‡

9 My dove, my ^aperfect one,
Is the only one,
The only one of her mother,
The favorite of the one who bore her.
The daughters saw her
And called her blessed,
The queens and the concubines,
And they praised her. ‡