Song of Songs 6:4-10 (6:3) Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem terrible as an army set in array.

DouayRheims⁽ⁱ⁾ ⁴ ^(6:3) Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem terrible as an army set in array. ⁵ ^(6:4) Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad. ⁶ ^(6:5) Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them. ⁷ ^(6:6) Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee. ⁸ ^(6:7) There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number. ⁹ ^(6:8) One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her. ¹⁰ ^(6:9) Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?