⁶ How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

¹⁵ Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are `as' doves.

¹⁶ Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.

¹⁰ How fair is thy love, my sister, `my' bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!

¹¹ So will the king desire thy beauty; For he is thy lord; and reverence thou him.

¹⁴ O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

⁷ Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.

¹⁰ I am my beloved's; And his desire is toward me.

⁴ Thou shalt no more be termed Forsaken; neither shall thy land any more be termed Desolate: but thou shalt be called Hephzi-bah, and thy land Beulah; for Jehovah delighteth in thee, and thy land shall be married.

⁵ For as a young man marrieth a virgin, so shall thy sons marry thee; and as the bridegroom rejoiceth over the bride, so shall thy God rejoice over thee.

¹⁷ Jehovah thy God is in the midst of thee, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love; he will joy over thee with singing.