Song of Solomon 6:4

²  My beloved is gone down into 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 among the lilies.

⁴  Thou art beautiful, 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 appear from Gilead.

⁶  Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.