Song of Solomon 6:3 CPDV

¹  Bride: My beloved has descended to his garden, to the courtyard of aromatic plants, in order to pasture in the gardens and gather the lilies.

²  I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me. He pastures among the lilies.

³  Groom to Bride: My love, you are beautiful: sweet and graceful, like Jerusalem; terrible, like an army in battle array.

⁴  Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me to fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead.

⁵  Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.