Song of Solomon 4:4 WEB

²  Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, Which have come up from the washing, Where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.

³  Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁴  Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand shields, All the shields of the mighty men.

⁵  Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.

⁶  Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, To the hill of frankincense.