Song of Songs 6:4-10 (6:3) Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as armies set in array.

Brenton⁽ⁱ⁾ ⁴ ^(6:3) Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as armies set in array. ⁵ ^(6:4) Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad. ⁶ ^(6:5) Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely. ⁷ ^(6:6) Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, being seen without thy veil. ⁸ ^(6:7) There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number. ⁹ ^(6:8) My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her. ¹⁰ ^(6:9) Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as armies set in array?