Song of Songs 4:1-7 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes behind your veil: your hair is like a flock of goats, going down from mount Gilead.

KJ2000⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes behind your veil: your hair is like a flock of goats, going down from mount Gilead. ² Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; every one of which bears twins, and none is barren among them. ³ Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your mouth is lovely: your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil. ⁴ Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand shields, all shields of mighty men. ⁵ Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies. ⁶ Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. ⁷ You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you.