Song of Songs 4:1-5 Behold, thou art beautiful, my beloved, behold, thou art beautiful: thy dovelike eyes look forth from behind thy vail; thy hair is like a flock of goats, that come quietly down from Mount Gil’ad.

Leeser⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Behold, thou art beautiful, my beloved, behold, thou art beautiful: thy dovelike eyes look forth from behind thy vail; thy hair is like a flock of goats, that come quietly down from Mount Gil’ad. ² Thy teeth are like a flock of well-selected sheep, which are come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not one among them that is deprived of her young. ³ Like a thread of scarlet are thy lips, and thy mouth is comely: like the half of a pomegranate is the upper part of thy cheek behind thy vail. ⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of David built on terraces, a thousand shields hang-thereon, all the quivers of the mighty men. ⁵ Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe, that feed among the lilies.