Song of Solomon 6:4 ASV

²  My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³  I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth `his flock' among the lilies,

⁴  Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.

⁵  Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.

⁶  Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.