⁴ You are as beautiful as Tirzah,^(A) my darling,
    as lovely as Jerusalem,^(B)
    as majestic as troops with banners.^(C)
5 Turn your eyes from me;
    they overwhelm me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    descending from Gilead.^(D)
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
    coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin,
    not one of them is missing.^(E)
7 Your temples behind your veil^(F)
    are like the halves of a pomegranate.^(G)
8 Sixty queens^(H) there may be,
    and eighty concubines,^(I)
    and virgins beyond number;
⁹ but my dove,^(J) my perfect one,^(K) is unique,
    the only daughter of her mother,
    the favorite of the one who bore her.^(L)
The young women saw her and called her blessed;
    the queens and concubines praised her.