Song of Solomon 4:5

³  Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

⁴  Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

⁵  Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

⁶  Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

⁷  Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.