^{1 Ref} Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, That descend from Mount Gilead.

^{2 Ref} Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, Which have come up from the washing, Where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.

^{3 Ref} Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

^{4 Ref} Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand shields, All the shields of the mighty men.

^{5 Ref} Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.